[He stamps a foot twice before he stops himself, cutting off the incredulous and irritated repetition to grind his teeth. To breathe in through his nostrils, which flare with it, and out through his teeth. All his new skin is prickling, cold or hot or both at once, which he's felt before - when he was scared.]
How. Was it obvious. That it's a... puzzle invitation. And not a party.
[It occurs to him that he doesn't need to watch his brother while waiting for this explanation, or to look at his brother at all. His brother, who still isn't looking at him, as if Sans is ashamed to be explaining this, or just ashamed - or scared - to need to.
Papyrus can instead look down to dig in a pocket, pull that mini-net device out, and reread it for himself. He does so, even while Sans does or doesn't respond, squinting at the characters and mouthing a couple of the capitalized phrases to himself.]
no subject
[He stamps a foot twice before he stops himself, cutting off the incredulous and irritated repetition to grind his teeth. To breathe in through his nostrils, which flare with it, and out through his teeth. All his new skin is prickling, cold or hot or both at once, which he's felt before - when he was scared.]
How. Was it obvious. That it's a... puzzle invitation. And not a party.
[It occurs to him that he doesn't need to watch his brother while waiting for this explanation, or to look at his brother at all. His brother, who still isn't looking at him, as if Sans is ashamed to be explaining this, or just ashamed - or scared - to need to.
Papyrus can instead look down to dig in a pocket, pull that mini-net device out, and reread it for himself. He does so, even while Sans does or doesn't respond, squinting at the characters and mouthing a couple of the capitalized phrases to himself.]