[ on the other side of the mirror, Papyrus hears voices-- sees shadows coming from the opposite end of the hallway, and he stands quickly. Not even saying goodbye, not bothering to write out a farewell, or wave-- he looks a bit anxious.
He does spare the writing a final look though. Could he rely on that? On those words? On the skeleton attached to them? ]
Goodbye.
[ He doesn't know if Sans can hear him speak, but...leaving so abruptly seems rude, even if he can't trust his real-side brother. The tall skeleton just starts to walk away from the mirror, in the direction of his room, which is thankfully in the opposite direction of those shadows. ]
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He does spare the writing a final look though. Could he rely on that? On those words? On the skeleton attached to them? ]
Goodbye.
[ He doesn't know if Sans can hear him speak, but...leaving so abruptly seems rude, even if he can't trust his real-side brother. The tall skeleton just starts to walk away from the mirror, in the direction of his room, which is thankfully in the opposite direction of those shadows. ]