[And so he is risen, right up under Papyrus's arm like usual. There's a numbness in his ribs that he's pointedly ignoring, right along with the nagging fear of what they might find.
Or what they might not find.]
Welp, guess we're going. [He manages, trying for cheerfully put upon.] Can I not finish my noodles first?
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Or what they might not find.]
Welp, guess we're going. [He manages, trying for cheerfully put upon.] Can I not finish my noodles first?