I make no promises. [He shrugs, sliding down deeper on the couch. If Mettaton wants him to rise to display, welp. He's known him long enough. Surely he must know how fruitless that endeavor is.] Papyrus loves midnight snacks.
[Of course, as Mettaton approaches the door...]
Oh hey, one last thing, though. [A wink.] Maybe try chilling out a little. Cutting people some slack. You might like it.
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[Of course, as Mettaton approaches the door...]
Oh hey, one last thing, though. [A wink.] Maybe try chilling out a little. Cutting people some slack. You might like it.
Just a thought.