[Papyrus nods sympathetically, recognizing the avoidance of sleep - of nightmares - for what it is. He gestures to his altered leg, where part of the casing's off, and there's a towel with bits of debris and spilled lubricant - the better not to spill it on their surroundings.]
Re-pairs. Up-keep. And... I thought... [He considers for a moment how best to word the question, how to simulate the tone he wants, before going with a cautiously hopeful expression.] I no-ticed. My old limbs. Did you, put them some-where?
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Re-pairs. Up-keep. And... I thought... [He considers for a moment how best to word the question, how to simulate the tone he wants, before going with a cautiously hopeful expression.] I no-ticed. My old limbs. Did you, put them some-where?