[Papyrus doesn't even bother trying to hide the concern that brings about in him. Intangibility as a way not just ghosting around spookily and comfortably - without bumping into things - but ghosting reality itself? Kind of alarming! Kind of concerning Sans makes a habit of it, and Papyrus is already accidentally starting to do it.
He sits back a bit, kicks his solid leg against the bedframe. Hanging out in bed for the occasional story, or getting up after an hour or two's snooze to simulate battles with the action figures as props... Or, mostly, just playing with them as toys. Working on the battle body together, in anticipation of the costume party...
His foot solidifies, the weight dragging it against the bedframe with a soft thunk. Solidifies in the sense of being tangible again, at least.]
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He sits back a bit, kicks his solid leg against the bedframe. Hanging out in bed for the occasional story, or getting up after an hour or two's snooze to simulate battles with the action figures as props... Or, mostly, just playing with them as toys. Working on the battle body together, in anticipation of the costume party...
His foot solidifies, the weight dragging it against the bedframe with a soft thunk. Solidifies in the sense of being tangible again, at least.]