You'll have to change your name... [Papyrus's agreeing laugh is weaker, as he reflexively reaches for healing magic and finds nothing, nothing. Continued broadcast of some college radio station's all-nighter playlist, an emergency call for a fall, a microwave going off somewhere nearby...
He shakes his head, trying to stay semi-focused on here even if he's not watching the dripping, and looks up at the halo.] I- Eye can't believe we didn't see it coming. Eight arms... At least eight eyes...
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He shakes his head, trying to stay semi-focused on here even if he's not watching the dripping, and looks up at the halo.] I- Eye can't believe we didn't see it coming. Eight arms... At least eight eyes...