The 'important' stuff. [Papyrus scoffs, amused and annoyed, between the ongoing tears situation. For all he's perking up at the compliments and the ongoing banter, he's still slowly crying - from the freshly overwhelming strength of his emotions, from his general disorientation.] I just, I don't like... not remembering things...?
[He squints at a sudden sense of deja vu. Belatedly remembering, he said that - verbatim - the night before. When Sans cornered him about acting weird, and he protested he didn't want to delete anything. Of course, he hates giving more fuel to weird nightmares about forgetting and being forgotten. But there was something more specific...]
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[He squints at a sudden sense of deja vu. Belatedly remembering, he said that - verbatim - the night before. When Sans cornered him about acting weird, and he protested he didn't want to delete anything. Of course, he hates giving more fuel to weird nightmares about forgetting and being forgotten. But there was something more specific...]