...After that started, huh? [Unease again, and the strongest feeling yet in his discomfort of not knowing how much Sans can pick up on. There's also the conflicted impulse to shove it all away and never look at it again, but also not wanting to lose any of it. He considers, and concludes:] Something... from the second day, after things got weird.
[After he got weird. More than a day after 'discovering' he had a roommate he'd forgotten, but before he went on a deep dive of all his texts and receipts - and learned what wasn't being said. 3:47:28pm, in the middle of window browsing some clothes stores because of a general inclination to switch up his look to something more... professionally impressive. Disdain at the slobbishly dressed men in sports gear laughing and taking up the sidewalk, one snickering about monsters and too obviously glancing back at Papyrus. Contemplating whether to note that face and follow up with a listing of the man's character flaws, financial mistakes, and other things he might be unhappy to hear about... Ah, but that would distract him from this boutique's lovely options. One of the mannequins even features a wolf-like head and legs, to better advertise their invited customer base. Perhaps later.
If his normal emotions are mountains, and the current ones molehills, the emotions in this memory are a bed of nails. Not a coherent whole, but strong enough and pointed enough to imitate the overall shape of more normal emotions. And Sans might pick up - there's something ongoing about them, like the emotions of those memories are literally, actively tied up in them. Small fragments of Papyrus still existing in those moments, unable to react to or feel about the present.]
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[After he got weird. More than a day after 'discovering' he had a roommate he'd forgotten, but before he went on a deep dive of all his texts and receipts - and learned what wasn't being said. 3:47:28pm, in the middle of window browsing some clothes stores because of a general inclination to switch up his look to something more... professionally impressive. Disdain at the slobbishly dressed men in sports gear laughing and taking up the sidewalk, one snickering about monsters and too obviously glancing back at Papyrus. Contemplating whether to note that face and follow up with a listing of the man's character flaws, financial mistakes, and other things he might be unhappy to hear about... Ah, but that would distract him from this boutique's lovely options. One of the mannequins even features a wolf-like head and legs, to better advertise their invited customer base. Perhaps later.
If his normal emotions are mountains, and the current ones molehills, the emotions in this memory are a bed of nails. Not a coherent whole, but strong enough and pointed enough to imitate the overall shape of more normal emotions. And Sans might pick up - there's something ongoing about them, like the emotions of those memories are literally, actively tied up in them. Small fragments of Papyrus still existing in those moments, unable to react to or feel about the present.]