[Papyrus's posture slouches ever so slightly with that, but he gathers the bones back in towards him, letting them wink out and back into existence.]

Eight bones, that's loads more than zero... an undeniable improvement! Maybe it's just because I'm out of practice. [Easy enough to test with these some more, and put more strain into it again later. Like exercise. But he notices that pronoun, and looks sidelong at his brother.] Yours too?