Yeah, you could! [Papyrus laughs, quiet and bitter under trying too hard to sound normal - and lets the conversation fade. Talking while actively cleaning himself is awkward, on top of the way dividing his attention leads to even hissed pains from clumsy motions. Better to let Sans loiter in the hall somewhere, hopefully napping rather than listening, and get this over with.
It's more than a couple minutes, between cleaning, rinsing, and letting the water drain as he dries off. But eventually he opens the door a crack, mask still on his face and a towel now firmly wrapped around his waist.]
Hey. I should tell you... my ribcage. Most of it's there, but... That's, uh. the worst. [There's no twitches in the masks's eyebrows or mouth to give away that that's not quite true, but his eyes dart away in obvious avoidance of the matter - and they've both seen his face, anyway.]
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It's more than a couple minutes, between cleaning, rinsing, and letting the water drain as he dries off. But eventually he opens the door a crack, mask still on his face and a towel now firmly wrapped around his waist.]
Hey. I should tell you... my ribcage. Most of it's there, but... That's, uh. the worst. [There's no twitches in the masks's eyebrows or mouth to give away that that's not quite true, but his eyes dart away in obvious avoidance of the matter - and they've both seen his face, anyway.]