[Papyrus cackles, self-satisfied with the agreement on his color choices and coolness alike. It's fortunate their magic worked with them in that respect, for all Sans didn't take enough advantage of it in recent years.
And now... Well, maybe nostalgia's why he finds himself thinking about how long it's been since either wore their old clothes. His are well-laundered, if back in his closet ever since he came back to his senses in November. The idea of wearing Sans's old hoodie again...]
Maybe freshly wash it first? [It's not until after he speaks that he recognizes he responded to a train of thought instead of a word, and he's immediately embarrassed, but not enough to take the suggestion back. If for nothing else than the fresh scents!]
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And now... Well, maybe nostalgia's why he finds himself thinking about how long it's been since either wore their old clothes. His are well-laundered, if back in his closet ever since he came back to his senses in November. The idea of wearing Sans's old hoodie again...]
Maybe freshly wash it first? [It's not until after he speaks that he recognizes he responded to a train of thought instead of a word, and he's immediately embarrassed, but not enough to take the suggestion back. If for nothing else than the fresh scents!]