FREQUENCY: 172.79787
DESCRIPTION: Papyrus will always answer his comm within 6 seconds or your money back!
✉MAIL BOX
LOCATION: Mailbox on Door
DESCRIPTION: You mean he actually has mail? Please don't mind the skeleton, weeping with joy at the sight of mail in his mailbox.
Hmmm. Lots of people use the library... That's lots of people to see us do whatever we do. No, I want to bring him somewhere else, that other people don't go. Somewhere like...
[He chews his lip thinking it over, fangs parting the fur on his chin.]
A secret art space. I'll ask Rita if she knows a place like that! She's been sending notes to lots of people. And whoever's running messages can let you know, if I don't see you!
[After all, what's the chance that they all get caught and nobody knows what happens to tell her?]
Yeah. I was really careful when I was talking to him..! [She adds, quite proud.] The only thing anyone heard was me asking about art things, like I talked to him about before.
...That makes sense though... ....Rita made lots and lots of glass cats in one place before, so maybe there...? [Ultimately it'll be their call, but it's the first place she thinks of.
The idea that she might not see Papyrus again has her worried however.] .....you think you'll have to stay away..? [She asks, somehow going quieter despite already being at a whisper.]
[He nods a little approvingly that she was circumvent and casual while talking to 'Sans,' and goes "ooh, yeah" at the mention of Rita's art space. That should work perfectly.
Well...
[At that last question he walks a little more stiffly, forgetting that while it might look cool and tall and impressive, the tension in his body would communicate to someone riding on his head. It's with a lighter and confident-sounding voice that he tries to reassure her.]
Only maybe! I have loads of kidnapping experience, [he once captured a single human only a few years older than Reira.] So there's no question of getting him to come along, no matter what. But... It'll be a little suspicious, if I'm the last seen with him and it takes a while. So I might have to 'lay low' until we can convince anyone worried that he's fine.
[Nobody suspected spiders treating the beetle as a camera to watch suspicious things. That's just how it goes sometimes.]
Edited (borked small tag is unborked) 2018-07-27 16:38 (UTC)
O-of course! We may not have radios... [a decision he's still unhappy with, even if it was kind of necessary.] But we can pass notes, some way or another.
[unless he's out in the desert, where nobody's delivering mail. he's sorry all his reassurances got thwarted by circumstances, reira.]
And, this won't be forever. We'll be back at the carnival before you know it. Just count to a thousand! Slowly.
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[He chews his lip thinking it over, fangs parting the fur on his chin.]
A secret art space. I'll ask Rita if she knows a place like that! She's been sending notes to lots of people. And whoever's running messages can let you know, if I don't see you!
[After all, what's the chance that they all get caught and nobody knows what happens to tell her?]
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...That makes sense though... ....Rita made lots and lots of glass cats in one place before, so maybe there...? [Ultimately it'll be their call, but it's the first place she thinks of.
The idea that she might not see Papyrus again has her worried however.] .....you think you'll have to stay away..? [She asks, somehow going quieter despite already being at a whisper.]
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Well...
[At that last question he walks a little more stiffly, forgetting that while it might look cool and tall and impressive, the tension in his body would communicate to someone riding on his head. It's with a lighter and confident-sounding voice that he tries to reassure her.]
Only maybe! I have loads of kidnapping experience, [he once captured a single human only a few years older than Reira.] So there's no question of getting him to come along, no matter what. But... It'll be a little suspicious, if I'm the last seen with him and it takes a while. So I might have to 'lay low' until we can convince anyone worried that he's fine.
[Nobody suspected spiders treating the beetle as a camera to watch suspicious things. That's just how it goes sometimes.]
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Reira just nods.] ...ok, [she says quietly.]
...If...you do have to go, will there be a way to talk to you again though?
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[unless he's out in the desert, where nobody's delivering mail. he's sorry all his reassurances got thwarted by circumstances, reira.]
And, this won't be forever. We'll be back at the carnival before you know it. Just count to a thousand! Slowly.
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[YOU SHOULDN'T MESSAGE THINGS AT ALL.] ....I wish bones could do something like that....but ok.
[She will count to 1000. Slowly. Multiple times.
Look what you've done.]