[Ordinarily, Papyrus is an early waker. He has the kind of energy that lets him get by with only erratic catnaps, as being a skeleton makes him especially light on his feet. Today, though, isn't shaping up to be his day. He's strangely heavy and lethargic, only vaguely noting the presence and departure of the other person in his room as maybe being the dog.
No, mostly he's a little bit busy having skin. It's a new and overwhelming experience. By the time Ibis returns with that knife, he's sitting up with wide eyes and rolled up sleeves, squeezing different spots on his arm to test the feelings of it. That's bones inside there, but there's so much else, and it feels so real...? He startles at her voice, and his eyes flicker to the knife.]
-October 1st-
No, mostly he's a little bit busy having skin. It's a new and overwhelming experience. By the time Ibis returns with that knife, he's sitting up with wide eyes and rolled up sleeves, squeezing different spots on his arm to test the feelings of it. That's bones inside there, but there's so much else, and it feels so real...? He startles at her voice, and his eyes flicker to the knife.]
Uhhh. Questions?