[As soon as he hears Sans's voice from the other side, Papyrus lets himself in, shutting the door behind him. Papyrus himself doesn't really look all that much better, to be frank. It appears that he decided to swap out his regal shirt for a comfier graphic tee, but he's still very much wearing his regal slacks and boots. It's like he can't decide whether or not he should dress up as a king or not, so he compromised and did both.
He immediately moves towards Sans and sits down next to him on the bed. His brow is furrowed and he's just gazing at the carpet.]
I DIDN'T WANT TO BE ALONE, SO...I JUST...
[He sighs again. What is there even to say that's not already obvious? It feels like he wants to say at least twenty different things at once, how he feels like he couldn't protect anyone, or how he feels like he failed his friends that were indoctrinated, or if only he could just rewind time so that this whole event wouldn't happen in the first place.
Instead, he just moves to put his head in his hands, and doesn't say anything, save for a weak, frustrated, almost hopeless whimper.]
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Date: 2018-05-11 03:31 am (UTC)He immediately moves towards Sans and sits down next to him on the bed. His brow is furrowed and he's just gazing at the carpet.]
I DIDN'T WANT TO BE ALONE, SO...I JUST...
[He sighs again. What is there even to say that's not already obvious? It feels like he wants to say at least twenty different things at once, how he feels like he couldn't protect anyone, or how he feels like he failed his friends that were indoctrinated, or if only he could just rewind time so that this whole event wouldn't happen in the first place.
Instead, he just moves to put his head in his hands, and doesn't say anything, save for a weak, frustrated, almost hopeless whimper.]