The Big Dipper... [What a strange name for stars. And yet, that sounds familiar. He thinks a moment, and part of a memory sparks.] One of those buddies. The polar bear?
Yeah, the big one. There's a small one too. [And they're polar bears now, as decided by them. Sans will read some actual Big Dipper information. It doesn't involve polar bears, but it's still interesting. Still, as he reads, his voice is definitely taking on that falling asleep quality. Still, he's trying not to do that.]
[It's been an exhausting day, on top of an exhausting multiple days. Papyrus is tired, too - and more than that, he wants to sleep. With settling in for the somewhat dry information about constellations, closing his eyes and relaxing as best he can, the sound of Sans's voice going sleepier is contagious. Soon his breathing settles down in a way that means, if he's not outright asleep, he's doing and well on his way there.]
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