Awww. Papyrus leans into the hug for that moment, and continues walking side-by-side when she pulls off. There's not much cushioning to him, it's true. Maybe there's something to wearing a heavy hoodie.

"Ugh."

Papyrus grumbles briefly at the notion of fleas - a terrible question, but the idea has been haunting him for some time. He doesn't know have an answer for that one, yet.

"Well... I think so. I don't remember the full moons very well..."

Not least because he was put into magic sleep for most of the last two, so the hospital would have a minimum of sick and feral monsters to worry about.

"My memories go a bit fuzzy. "

He's earnest about that much - what he does recall of the Juril and Auguril full moons involved a bit of destroying his room while he became some kind of canine, and then not very much at all. But he doesn't manage to hold a straight face, and a wheezy little snicker leaks out of his mouth.