And, you needed to be touching. [Papyrus nods slowly, that detail trickling into his mind as if remembered, and yet. He does remember Sans saying so, in the fragmented memories around talking that night. But that isn't how he remembered - more like a secondhand memory, like those details about the golden hall.
He glances away with a hint of grimace, realizing - and not wanting to outright say and make true - that it's not just feelings. So of course he starts feeling happy with the idea of cake out of nowhere.] Are you... craving cake...?
[It's not a bad feeling, at any rate. A far easier topic than emotion sharing stuff, at any rate! There are worse things about the last time to be recurring, as long as they continue keeping their bone in their them, and not their food!]
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He glances away with a hint of grimace, realizing - and not wanting to outright say and make true - that it's not just feelings. So of course he starts feeling happy with the idea of cake out of nowhere.] Are you... craving cake...?
[It's not a bad feeling, at any rate. A far easier topic than emotion sharing stuff, at any rate! There are worse things about the last time to be recurring, as long as they continue keeping their bone in their them, and not their food!]