"...YES, AND THERE ARE DIFFERENT TYPES OF SAUCES! I SHALL MASTER THEM, ALSO! NYEH HEH HEH!!"
Papyrus speaks loudly with Sans while he turns a corner and enters the kitchen, holding onto a freshly laundered apron. His long arms move to wrap it around his neck loosely. A great chef never cooks without their apron, after all...
He's almost put the apron over his head when he spots a very familiar green sweater.
"ASRIEL?"
The apron is pulls away from his body, and he catches sight of the knife. Maybe...he's cooking?
"DID YOU ALSO COME HERE TO CRAFT YOUR OWN CULINARY CREATIONS?! I AM THOROUGHLY IMPRESSED-- THAT YOU WOULD PREFER TO MAKE IT YOURSELF INSTEAD OF ASK THE STRANGE KITCHEN GHOST FOR IT. WHAT GREAT DEDICATION!! ALMOST AS GREAT AS MINE!!"
He wants to be more excited, but it's exceptionally difficult when the whole mood feels so...uncomfortable.
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Papyrus speaks loudly with Sans while he turns a corner and enters the kitchen, holding onto a freshly laundered apron. His long arms move to wrap it around his neck loosely. A great chef never cooks without their apron, after all...
He's almost put the apron over his head when he spots a very familiar green sweater.
"ASRIEL?"
The apron is pulls away from his body, and he catches sight of the knife. Maybe...he's cooking?
"DID YOU ALSO COME HERE TO CRAFT YOUR OWN CULINARY CREATIONS?! I AM THOROUGHLY IMPRESSED-- THAT YOU WOULD PREFER TO MAKE IT YOURSELF INSTEAD OF ASK THE STRANGE KITCHEN GHOST FOR IT. WHAT GREAT DEDICATION!! ALMOST AS GREAT AS MINE!!"
He wants to be more excited, but it's exceptionally difficult when the whole mood feels so...uncomfortable.