Papyrus only remembers bits and pieces of last month's dream, thanks to having not slept much that night... But the unfamiliarity with these new Mirrorbound is no reason for him to skip out on the welcome party. If anything, it's twice the reason to show up!
The skeletal turnskin lingers on the side of the room, waving a welcome to anyone who looks his way - with as reassuring a smile as he can muster for those who look alarmed by him. Last month he learned firsthand how creepy animated skeletons can be, and he's making up for it in his welcome with snacks.
"Are you hungry? Feel free to have a piece," he encourages anyone who dares approach, gesturing at the plate of small pastries he brought along.
VIa: WISH UPON A...
It's been a while since Papyrus really stopped and marveled at the sky. Who would think it would ever be something you could start to take for granted, right??? But the days turned to months, and he stopped and looked up less often.
Until now, as it takes something like a meteor shower to draw his attention again. Part of it is, enthusiasm for space has never been his thing. The stars are too remote, the interest too sciencey. It reminds him who isn't here.
A little into the celestial show, Papyrus sits staring up, the streaks of light reflecting in the streaks of tears on his cheekbones. Don't mind him. It's raining somewhere else, including on his face.
VIb: COMETFLIES - FEELING BLUE
What with everything, when the cometflies take flight, it's no surprise that the one that finds him turns him blue. It's the color he has the most affinity for, despite his reddish fur and proclivity for warm-colored clothing.
It's also no surprise when laughing people of the town greet him and push him towards others glowing the same blue. The locals really love their celebration rituals... And, as a couple of them point out, the people glowing blue tend to need the company the most. He can't deny, he could use somebody to lean against and take warmth from. Especially if they could scratch behind his ears, while they're at it.
VII: PIECE OF CAKE
The name of the shop is misleading, and it took Papyrus two readings to realize... It's a great job for him to take up! All those baking lessons last month prepared him for this task, with the various learning curves and accomplishments in the art of pie-making. Papyrus, such a master of pies that it's in his name.
Of course, it's not so easy. The shop's owner is very particular about her pies, and more than once tuts like she's about to let him go... But you don't need to literally have eyes to make a puppydog expression. And Papyrus' earnest willingness to take her criticism and doubledown on following the book makes the difference.
Just. Maybe help him dispose of one of these not-quite-perfect pies, or offer some advice on getting the decorations just so?
Papyrus - Undertale - Turnskin
Papyrus only remembers bits and pieces of last month's dream, thanks to having not slept much that night... But the unfamiliarity with these new Mirrorbound is no reason for him to skip out on the welcome party. If anything, it's twice the reason to show up!
The skeletal turnskin lingers on the side of the room, waving a welcome to anyone who looks his way - with as reassuring a smile as he can muster for those who look alarmed by him. Last month he learned firsthand how creepy animated skeletons can be, and he's making up for it in his welcome with snacks.
"Are you hungry? Feel free to have a piece," he encourages anyone who dares approach, gesturing at the plate of small pastries he brought along.
VIa: WISH UPON A...
It's been a while since Papyrus really stopped and marveled at the sky. Who would think it would ever be something you could start to take for granted, right??? But the days turned to months, and he stopped and looked up less often.
Until now, as it takes something like a meteor shower to draw his attention again. Part of it is, enthusiasm for space has never been his thing. The stars are too remote, the interest too sciencey. It reminds him who isn't here.
A little into the celestial show, Papyrus sits staring up, the streaks of light reflecting in the streaks of tears on his cheekbones. Don't mind him. It's raining somewhere else, including on his face.
VIb: COMETFLIES - FEELING BLUE
What with everything, when the cometflies take flight, it's no surprise that the one that finds him turns him blue. It's the color he has the most affinity for, despite his reddish fur and proclivity for warm-colored clothing.
It's also no surprise when laughing people of the town greet him and push him towards others glowing the same blue. The locals really love their celebration rituals... And, as a couple of them point out, the people glowing blue tend to need the company the most. He can't deny, he could use somebody to lean against and take warmth from. Especially if they could scratch behind his ears, while they're at it.
VII: PIECE OF CAKE
The name of the shop is misleading, and it took Papyrus two readings to realize... It's a great job for him to take up! All those baking lessons last month prepared him for this task, with the various learning curves and accomplishments in the art of pie-making. Papyrus, such a master of pies that it's in his name.
Of course, it's not so easy. The shop's owner is very particular about her pies, and more than once tuts like she's about to let him go... But you don't need to literally have eyes to make a puppydog expression. And Papyrus' earnest willingness to take her criticism and doubledown on following the book makes the difference.
Just. Maybe help him dispose of one of these not-quite-perfect pies, or offer some advice on getting the decorations just so?