THE GREAT PAPYRUS! (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
coolskeletonnyehntyfive) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
thisavrou_log2016-03-23 01:24 pm
coolskeletonnyehntyfive) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-03-23 01:24 pm
Entry tags:
[Closed] The color, the color, the color of your skin don't matter to me
Who: Papyrus, Chara, Frisk
When: March 21st
Where: The galley
What: Papyrus runs into an old... friend.
Warnings: Chara.
[Papyrus was ordered to spend a few days in the medbay, at least until his bones knitted themselves back together and his health had a chance to replenish. He'd agreed, mostly because being stuck in bed was a great excuse to stay away from that door he used to spend so much time in front of. It still hurt to think about. Palatino -- the other sort of monster, the man behind the door -- had turned out to be no friend of his. There was no love there.
It stung, but having friends visit and leave messages made him feel so much better. Even if things hadn't worked out, people cared about him, and he still had a lot of optimism for whatever came next.
In an attempt to stay busy and keep some semblance of normalcy, he decided to do something comforting and familiar. Making spaghetti sounded like a great way to spend an afternoon, even if he had no idea how he was going to punch all those fresh ingredients with one arm in a sling.
He was in the middle of awkwardly balancing a number of tomatoes and pasta boxes on his good arm when he turned around and spotted a familiar form in the doorway.
Uh-oh.
Chara hadn't responded to any of his messages or greetings in person, not really, but he still gave them a bright smile. There was always a chance that they didn't hate anyone anymore, right?]
Hello, human! How nice it is to see you!
When: March 21st
Where: The galley
What: Papyrus runs into an old... friend.
Warnings: Chara.
[Papyrus was ordered to spend a few days in the medbay, at least until his bones knitted themselves back together and his health had a chance to replenish. He'd agreed, mostly because being stuck in bed was a great excuse to stay away from that door he used to spend so much time in front of. It still hurt to think about. Palatino -- the other sort of monster, the man behind the door -- had turned out to be no friend of his. There was no love there.
It stung, but having friends visit and leave messages made him feel so much better. Even if things hadn't worked out, people cared about him, and he still had a lot of optimism for whatever came next.
In an attempt to stay busy and keep some semblance of normalcy, he decided to do something comforting and familiar. Making spaghetti sounded like a great way to spend an afternoon, even if he had no idea how he was going to punch all those fresh ingredients with one arm in a sling.
He was in the middle of awkwardly balancing a number of tomatoes and pasta boxes on his good arm when he turned around and spotted a familiar form in the doorway.
Uh-oh.
Chara hadn't responded to any of his messages or greetings in person, not really, but he still gave them a bright smile. There was always a chance that they didn't hate anyone anymore, right?]
Hello, human! How nice it is to see you!