thisavrou | [video] Feb 17th

[It's either very late at night or very early in the morning. Papyrus grins at anyone watching as he usually does, but this time around, something's off. His usual cheer seems forced, and there's a subtle, constant background rattle and the screen never quite seems to stay still.]

Hello again, everyone! This is the great Papyrus speaking, and... and I...

...

[For a moment, he seems at a loss for words. Then he rallies again and holds up his other hand. He has Sans's jacket in a tight grip, and clinging to the inside is an odd, distinctive sort of dust.]

I seem to have lost track of my brother!! That lazybones... now he's managed to slack off on naps! Is there no end to this?

So! If anyone has any idea where he is, please let me know! He probably just... fell asleep somewhere weird! There seems to be a lot of that going around lately.

[He starts to switch off the feed, then hesitates.]

Also, could someone bring some cleaning supplies to Sans's room? There's so much dust in here... I've been trying to get it all up, but it's just... getting everywhere.

[For a moment, he looks distressed, then he pastes the smile back on.]

O-once again, this is the great Papyrus! Signing out!!

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You only say that because you haven't lived with him very long! My brother has a long and storied history of doing absolutely inane things for his own amusement! I doubt this one would even make the top three.

[He's blustering a little as he speaks, and he seems to he taking more care than maybe is necessary for a bunch of gross dust, but hey. Monsters are weird.]

[Well, opening a dust bag and splatter the dirt all around the place is pretty inane, as Papyrus put it. But J couldn't just see the point of it, not even as a prank.

And speaking of the dust bags--]

Why don't you just take out a vacuum cleaner? You'd be done so much quicker.

Er, well... you see...

[He rubs the back of his skull, looking awkward.]

I don't know where to find it! And besides! If I went out to get one, I'd just be tracking this dust everywhere! So you see, it's better if I handle it... manually.

[He's not a good liar at all, and conveniently most of his attention is focused on gathering up the mess instead of meeting her eyes.]

[She gives him another suspicious look.]

Aren't you going to get that mess everywhere when you leave the room either way? Look. I'm not stupid. I can tell that something is off. Just don't tell me that this mess is toxic or some other monster shit.

Oh, no, no! You must be mistaken!

[He really is getting anxious. J's digging closer to the truth than he'd like, and he only has so many dodges in him right now.]

If Sans told you he had toxins, he was playing a silly prank on you! We have bone magic and things related to bone magic, but nothing like that.

A what?

[Any kind of suspicion or even worry from her body language disappears immediately after hearing that and is replaced by amusement.]

Bone magic? The hell is that supposed to be?

[It's so much more innocent than it sounds I swear. At her question, Papyrus jumps up, eager to change the subject (and also show off a little). He might make a friend of this one yet!]

Oh! Did he not show you? Well, worry not, I can give you a quick demonstration!

Behold!

[Papyrus gestures dramatically, summoning a brief series of bones that pass by J with plenty of room to spare -- he doesn't want to hurt her, after all. The last set arrange themselves into letters that spell out YOU'RE LOOKING NICE TODAY J. Once they vanish, he grins proudly.]

And Sans can do similar, or he could, if he ever got off his tailbone and tried! We have other magic too, but it's a little... harder to not get hurt by, so I won't show you.

[The sudden bones startles J, making her to take few clumsy steps backwards, almost stumbling on her own feet. She covers from the surprise rather quickly, no doubt that living with Sans has made her at least somewhat used to this kind of weird stuff.]

Like-- [She swallows air, looking perplexed as straightens her back, trying to compose herself back together.]

Like his disappearing trick?

[She doesn't actually fall, so he doesn't cancel the trick early to help her up, but he does grin a little more apologetically after she rights herself.]

Nyeh-heh-heh! No, no, he can't turn invisible! Unless by 'disappearing trick' you're referring to his uncanny talent for avoiding work!

No, that's not it. [She shakes her head, stumbling over her words. How do you describe teleportation? ]

I mean that thing he does sometimes. The one where he just appears to places out of the thin air.

Oh, that.

[His tone makes it clear: he knows exactly what she's talking about.]

No, I don't do that! Walking or running everywhere is much healthier. He'd be in way better shape if he didn't just... show up places!

[For once they agree on something.]

Say what? You can actually gain and lose weight? How does that even work when you're made out of bones and nothing else.

Edited 2016-03-11 22:11 (UTC)

[That's actually a really good question. Sans gives every impression of being heavyset, which flies in the face of the whole skeleton thing, but neither skeleton's seemed concerned by it.]

I don't know if you'd really count it as weight, he's just unhealthy! And it shows sometimes, in the way his clothes sit on him.

[And that actually just raises more questions. If it's not weight then why does it show in his clothes? And how can a skeleton be unhealthy? But they're really going off the trails here.]

Uh, right? But back to this dust. [She gestures down on the floor.]

Could it be caused by that bone magic-thingy?

Erm...

[No. Not at all.]

Doubtful? After all, it's just a construct of magic! Once it's played its part, it just vanishes.

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