Must be, if you say so. [Papyrus has a tired smile in his voice, relieved for the familiar complaint to latch his thoughts onto instead. Classic Sans, able to weigh up the odds of a given sleep effort at a moment's notice. Snoozing wherever he'd been before teleporting to the door wasn't enough, apparently, and sleep's still on his mind...
Something in that thought doesn't sound right, but Papyrus is a little too tired to examine it fully. Instead he starts to yawn, wincing when the threads around his face tug and yank with the lower jaw's motion, and tries a few smaller yawns to get it out of his system.] I... could test it out. Soon.
[Even as he's saying so, the wobble of that floating tape catches his eye, and he squints at it with an obscured frown.] And... I guess, you could, too? [Nap, not test the tape. But maybe he can, if they both nap and something happens. Scary thought. But he wants to rest, with an intensity he's never known as a skeleton.]
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Something in that thought doesn't sound right, but Papyrus is a little too tired to examine it fully. Instead he starts to yawn, wincing when the threads around his face tug and yank with the lower jaw's motion, and tries a few smaller yawns to get it out of his system.] I... could test it out. Soon.
[Even as he's saying so, the wobble of that floating tape catches his eye, and he squints at it with an obscured frown.] And... I guess, you could, too? [Nap, not test the tape. But maybe he can, if they both nap and something happens. Scary thought. But he wants to rest, with an intensity he's never known as a skeleton.]