Ughhhhh. [Papyrus's loud sigh is too powerful to contain with pursed lips, and he sinks his side into the couch. With the material squishing half of his face, the better to display his misery, he nods.] Yes, and I hate it. I'm so tired! All the time. I should go to bed... soon.
[Despite being another round of complaining, this at least is less loud than complaining at his brother would have been. No embellishing for the sake of trying to persuade Sans to change his ways, or anything - just earnest griping.]
a friend on discord suggested replace the knives with gun, but i thought more the expression
[Despite being another round of complaining, this at least is less loud than complaining at his brother would have been. No embellishing for the sake of trying to persuade Sans to change his ways, or anything - just earnest griping.]