[He startles when Sans jerks away, and they're both left pulling apart to far sides of the couch, staring at each other and themselves warily. Papyrus's wariness only spikes with that question, with it so close to his own unspoken thoughts - so much that it almost seems like evidence.]
D-Did you? [Papyrus glances around, and his eyes slowly settle on the box of chocolates. White chocolate. Like bone dust might blend right in on. Had... Had it been at all dusty? Wouldn't Sans's dust faintly glow, anyway? He touches a finger to his teeth, testing for residual chocolate.]
we have strapped rocket boosters to the paranoia spiral
D-Did you? [Papyrus glances around, and his eyes slowly settle on the box of chocolates. White chocolate. Like bone dust might blend right in on. Had... Had it been at all dusty? Wouldn't Sans's dust faintly glow, anyway? He touches a finger to his teeth, testing for residual chocolate.]