Whoever each of them is to each other, in the end... The Papyrus slumped on his front step brightens a bit with relief, to hear it confirmed even as he watches those lips move with the words.
"I don't feel good!" Papyrus agrees readily enough, with a laugh that feels a little too hysterical to sound like his usual. He tries to wipe at his face, but it's hard to keep his arm steady enough for swiping motions instead of something that smacks himself in the process. Only lightly, it's hardly more painful than the rest of the aches, but a little embarrassing to be seen, while so uncoordinated, so unlike himself. "I... don't feel good. I don't think I've slept. Did you know... it's very important, to get a full night's sleep? I didn't."
He didn't know, and has never particularly believed it. Even in the weeks since waking up in a now-somewhat familiar bed, he hasn't been sleeping all through the night. And last night, he certainly didn't. (Was it a night and part of the day? It feels like it was longer.)
always happy to pour some fuel on the suspicion fire
"I don't feel good!" Papyrus agrees readily enough, with a laugh that feels a little too hysterical to sound like his usual. He tries to wipe at his face, but it's hard to keep his arm steady enough for swiping motions instead of something that smacks himself in the process. Only lightly, it's hardly more painful than the rest of the aches, but a little embarrassing to be seen, while so uncoordinated, so unlike himself. "I... don't feel good. I don't think I've slept. Did you know... it's very important, to get a full night's sleep? I didn't."
He didn't know, and has never particularly believed it. Even in the weeks since waking up in a now-somewhat familiar bed, he hasn't been sleeping all through the night. And last night, he certainly didn't. (Was it a night and part of the day? It feels like it was longer.)