...And we just opened the container. [Papyrus says this with confusion, like he's remembering it on his own, because what else explains the sudden image of them breaking the plastic? Now he's gone saying accusatory things, put Sans on the defensive and brought down the mood. It feels worse than usual to even jokingly complain at Sans, let alone something sincere.] Sorry, I...
[He shakes his head, wrings gloved hands together in his lap. Reaches to the network, and notes recently posted things. Various love confessions, complaints from people with hay fever about the unseasonal pollen, an announcement from some florist that they're out of stock for the day...]
I think I was fine at work... And the car ride back. [The coworker offering the ride hadn't complained he was behaving strangely, at least. And nobody had been making a point to touch.]
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[He shakes his head, wrings gloved hands together in his lap. Reaches to the network, and notes recently posted things. Various love confessions, complaints from people with hay fever about the unseasonal pollen, an announcement from some florist that they're out of stock for the day...]
I think I was fine at work... And the car ride back. [The coworker offering the ride hadn't complained he was behaving strangely, at least. And nobody had been making a point to touch.]