Inbox

[ribticklers]

INBOX private message / text / voicemail / phone call / action username: s
[Distant trombone noises.] art credit code credit

Comments

[spaghettimonster]

Copying good taste isn't as cool, but it's still cool... Although. [He puts a hand to his mouth and leans back, considering San's whole appearance. They don't talk about the angel associations often. It's awkward, between old monsters and legends, or the weirdness he found at a temple, or the whole business of void gods.] ...Then again. A ring of fire around your head... Firewalls like that, aren't really cool. Maybe you should lean into the space thing. Make it look like planet rings. Get a hat that looks like Saturn. [He doesn't even stumble to remember which planet is which, but then he did reconnect his phone and its network access.]

[ribticklers]

You're brilliant, bro. [If Sans is going to be anything, it's space-themed. Of course, if he got a hat he'd have to cut holes in it so he could see or pick one that fits under his halo, but this suggestion is still being taken into account.] Really out of this world.

[spaghettimonster]

A real star, right? [Papyrus laughs, and it's not all forced or feigned. The weirdness isn't stopping him from having good ideas or sharing them. His brother's reacting to them as he could hope, correctly identifying them as great and embracing them with good cheer... It's a good moment. He's glad to be memorizing things like this.]