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[everyonecanbekind]

Who: Papyrus! You! All your troubles! A very charming plate of spaghetti!
Where: The Kitchen!
When: 7/10 (all day!)
Rating: G to start? May go up in warning! Because! THE WORLD IS SO FULL OF PROBLEMS!
Summary: Papyrus is just in the kitchen, minding his own business, making spaghetti. Delicious, wonderful, unforgettable spaghetti.
The Story:

It's been a particularly uneventful day for Papyrus the skeleton! A particularly uneventful last couple of days, and while it's somewhat boring, Papyrus is always finding somewhere to be and something to work on.

His spaghetti game is...ever the same, though steadily getting better. Still as indescribable as always, but crafted with love. A giant bone stirs the noodles slowly while he reads a book that the mansion was kind enough to produce for him: Advanced Puzzle Construction for Critical Minds.

A classic.

He steps away to drain the noodles-- somewhat mashed, but mostly kept together. They're thrown on a pan and then mixed together with a somewhat questionable looking tomato sauce. The cloves of garlic can be seen as mashed, but not chopped...

He looks happy with it regardless. While the ingredients might be a bust, his technique is pretty good; flipping the spaghetti and sauce easily in the pan like one would flip a pancake. When he's satisfied, he drops the lump of 'spaghetti' on a plate and garnishes it in such a way that it...looks completely normal. A very normal, if not strange smelling, plate of spaghetti!

Papyrus stands there in front of it with his hands on his hips.

His best yet.

Comments

[determinedest]

The days have passed in an odd asynchrony since their discussion with Sans on the rooftop. Don't tell Papyrus. And they haven't. They haven't said a word. But still, it's just...secrets and more secrets. And they thought they were done with those.

But no. There's still more of them. Yet darker. And promises too, don't forget those. This time, however, Frisk is determined not to break said promise.

They watch Papyrus from a distance at first, grinning at how he flips the spaghetti like a pancake, reminding them of how Sans did the very same with them, not so long ago. The smile slides off. It always does.

Frisk debates slipping away, but they doubt they could get away with it. So they wave.

"It looks good!"

[everyonecanbekind]

They wouldn't have been able to escape anyway! The great Papyrus has a pretty...great eye...socket? For these? Things?

He turns around with a smile and a very encouraged look on his face!

"YES, IT DOES!! ALSO, GREETINGS, TINY HUMAN!!" Papyrus chirps, pleased with the recognition. The plate is left behind to go greet Frisk, a grand, swooping motion lifts the little brown haired human off the ground and into the arms of their (obviously) favorite (handsome) tall skeleton. He squishes their cheek together softly against his own and then holds them out, not yet putting them on the ground.

"HAVE YOU BEEN WELL?"

[determinedest]

He goes ahead and scoops them up, just goes ahead and carries them like they weight nothing at all. And just like that, the slight air of melancholia is swept clean out of them as they laugh. They've come to expect greetings of this caliber, given Papyrus's boundless enthusiasm.

"I've been all right!" They've been...having quite a Time, they'll just say. All right. Not excellent, but...well enough. They're frankly more worried about Sans. "How about you?"

[littlestreetcat]

Having been watching from the doorway since about the time Papyrus was flipping the spaghetti in the pan, Selina is leaning against the door frame, eyebrows raised as she stares at the freshly garnished plate. It looks normal now, but she's pretty sure that his technique is not an actual way to make spaghetti. She kind of pities whoever has to eat that.

"I don't think you're supposed to make spaghetti in a pan," she says finally, making her presence known in the case that he's been too busy admiring his work to notice her. Shoving off of the frame, she steps into the kitchen and over toward the dish, staring at it dubiously for a moment longer before tilting her head back to peer up at Papyrus. If the fact that he's a skeleton making spaghetti fazes her in any way, she doesn't show it.

"Wouldn't it be easier to stir it all together instead of..." She gestures with one hand, mimicking the actions he'd been doing earlier with the pan. "...Flipping it?"

[everyonecanbekind]

He scoffs!!

"I QUITE DISAGREE! I FEEL AT LEAST FOUR TIMES AS COOL WHEN I FLIP IT AS I WOULD WHEN IT IS STIRRED!! WHICH IS...VERY COOL!"

He breaks into a grin, making the motions of flipping it with his hand and an imaginary pan. "IT IS CERTAINLY MORE FUN THIS WAY! ALSO, GREETINGS, HUMAN!"

The hand that was moving turns into a polite wave!

[zigazigah]

You know, Trish might not cook all that often or have that much skill in the kitchen herself, but as a proud of Italian, she knows a massacre of pasta when she sees it. Or smells it in this case. So while she might normally just ignore whatever anybody else is doing in the kitchen, Trish just can't look away from this culinary disaster.

"...What the hell is that supposed to be?" she asks flatly, staring at the plate.

She could address the fact that a skeleton is cooking, but honestly the destruction of food takes precedence to the individual preparing it.

[everyonecanbekind]

"WHY, IT IS A PLATE OF MY MOST FAMOUS AND DELICIOUS FRIENDSHIP PASTA," he eagerly supplies, turning to her with an excited expression on his face? How do skeletons do that?

Magic, probably.

The plate is left alone while he moves his dishes into the sink and pulls rubber gloves over his red gloves. The water is turned on, and he waits for it to warm. "DO YOU NOT HAVE FRIENDSHIP SPAGHETTI WHERE YOU COME FROM, PINK HAIRED HUMAN?"

Papyrus has always struggled with the definition of an 'inside voice'. He grasps at the air in his double layered glove action. For good measure, he strikes an impressive pose, where his fist flies into the air. Seemingly satisfied by his own gesture, he delightedly turns back to his dishes.

[zigazigah]

Trish spends enough time around teenage boys that squabble and get over-excited about just about anything if you hype it up enough to them that the volume control doesn't bother her. Nor does the posing. It's not bad form, all things considered. But her gaze does fall back on the dish.

"I wouldn't feed that to a friend," Trish says slowly, shaking her head. Not that she can't appreciate the...skeleton's enthusiasm or double layered glove action, but there's no way she'd ever subject anyone else to eating something like that. "That's not how spaghetti is supposed to look."

There's a beat.

"Or smell." She looks at him again. "Where'd you learn this recipe?"

[punful]

Somehow he knew Papyrus would be in the kitchen. Because of course.

He's torn. Part of him wants to avoid Papyrus, because he's...not in the best place right now, and he gets stupid when he's like this. It gets harder to hide, and Papyrus is more observant and intuitive than anyone gives him credit for, even Sans sometimes. The rest of him, though...

The rest of him kind of needs to be near Papyrus right now. He thought just texting might help, but it didn't.

He hovers in the doorway for awhile before speaking.

"looks good today, bro."

[everyonecanbekind]

"IT LOOKS GOOD EVERYDAY, BROTHER," Papyrus chirps out with some irritation, looking at Sans in lighthearted annoyance. He looks over his shoulder to observe Sans for a moment-- he...looks as normal as ever. It's somewhat suspicious, after the messages from the night before. Papyrus wonders if Sans is still uneasy about...whatever makes Sans uneasy.

Will he talk about it? With anyone?

Papyrus hopes silently that Sans will, or already has. Perhaps someone in this mansion can be of more help. Not that Papyrus isn't helpful! he's very helpful. In just...being there. Even if Sans won't talk. It's alright-- because he knows if Sans needs to, he will, and he can trust in that thought to keep him from becoming overwhelmingly worried like he wants to.

After the dishes are all relocated to the deep sink, he seems to search the counter for...ah, a pair of blue dish gloves. Papyrus starts to take off his gloves to put the rubber dish gloves on, and then thinks better of it. The gloves slide on (with some difficulty) over his red gloves....it just looks like he has large, puffy hands. A quick grasp into the air reveals that the tall skeleton doesn't have much range of motion with his fingers.

"DID YOU SLEEP WELL?"

[punful]

"yeah, heh. you're right of course."

But it actually does look and smell better than usual. Papyrus is improving. Incrementally, but hey. Cooking is hard.

He's doing okay. Better than last night, but that's not saying much. He's just...very tired. Very out of it.

His grin doesn't move an inch as he watches Papyrus fiddle with his gloves. Yeah. That's just one small part of a growing problem, isn't it?

"yeah. even better after i talked to you. thanks for that."

[naughty_nurse]

Mikan hasn't really seen or spoken to Papyrus since she... tried to break him into pieces. So when she heads into the kitchen to get some snacks - researching needs lots of snacks - she freezes when she sees the familiar skeleton.

What does she do? Run? Apologize? Apologize then run? Cry? Crying sounds good. It's her go-to.

"I... Ah..."

[everyonecanbekind]

The noise causes Papyrus to spin around curiously and upon seeing her, he finds himself concerned. Why is she crying?? ...oh. He vaguely remembers. His red, gloved hand touches his arm where it had cracked-- but since healed very well!!

"MIKAN?! P-PLEASE, DO NOT CRY," he tries, taking a step toward her. Hoping she doesn't bolt, because he could probably catch her, but he doesn't want to startle her. He only wishes her to feel safe! And happy. And great! But not as great as him!

What a problem. He glances around the kitchen, trying to find something to talk to her about! Quick! Something! Anything!

"I-I MADE SPAGHETTI!!" He blurts, bringing his arms back to himself, settling on his hips proudly. "WOULD YOU LIKE SOME??"

[naughty_nurse]

Mikan, startled, looks at his face. There's no anger? Or even questioning why she did it?

... She's almost ready to cry even harder at that. But, instead, she violently rubs her face, trying to stop. "I... I'm very hungry! If you would, m-may I please have some...?"

[allaboutme]

[ cordelia's used to a host of weird sights, many of which are unusually creepy - it comes with knowing her share of demons. but a walking skeleton making spaghetti? causes her to screech when she walks in, although she quickly recovers enough to be indignant about it, pointing at him accusingly ] Oh no, pal. Didn't you get the memo? Summerween is over!

[everyonecanbekind]

[ he turns toward her, a confused expression on his face!! What? What? ]

OH, THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONCERN, HUMAN FRIEND!! [ he smiles-- or rather, his jaws curve into a happy line on his face. Bones bending? How? Magic.... probably. ]

I AM WELL AWARE THAT SUMMERWEEN IS OVER!! I DRESSED UP AS THE FAMOUS HERO OF THE MOON, SAILOR MOON!!! A TRUE DEFENDER OF JUSTICE!!

DID YOU DRESS UP, ALSO??

[allaboutme]

Uh, yeah, but-- [ wait. you're JUST A SKELETON??? ] You seriously just look like that?

[tremoring]

Daisy is not much of a cook herself (she can make Ramen noodles and simple cakes and maybe a couple other things), so she can't even judge the results of the meal being made as she enters the kitchen to grab something for herself. The fact that Papyrus is a skeleton doesn't surprise her either -- for one: it's Wonderland, and, two: she knows Sans.

What she can do, however, is wonder what it (the meal) is, because hm, looks like spaghetti, doesn't smell quite like it. "New spaghetti recipe?" She asks curiously.

[everyonecanbekind]

Papyrus turns to meet the human, one of the hands touching his hip falling to the side as he nods enthusiastically.

"HOW KEEN OF YOU TO NOTICE, TINY HUMAN," he says delightedly, throwing a loving look at the small, probably poisonous plate of spaghetti behind him.

"IT IS NO RECORDED RECIPE! THIS RECIPE COMES STRAIGHT FROM THE SOUL OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS!!" Preening. He's preening. "WHICH IS ME! I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS!!"

[tremoring]

Well, she is tiny -- about five feet, six inches. Human? Partially. (She's also half alien, technically.) Regardless, she's kind of amused by the reaction he's got going on about both her observation and his creation -- enthusiastic, and proud -- and gives a small smile of amusement in a non-verbal reply at first. "There's a lot of quotes and stuff out there about the relationship of cooking and soul, so you're probably on to something there." She nods. "Uh, nice to meet you, by the way; I'm Daisy."

[tattooedredheads]

Kay's only experience with corpses, at least, is that they are brainless weapons designed to kill any human around. And they otherwise stay where they're placed. But if someone here was weaponizing corpses, Kay is pretty sure someone would have mentioned. This sight, a skeleton cooking, just seems like a hallucination, complete with strange smelling spaghetti.

"Er, are you planning on eating that?" He watches Papyrus carefully to see what the skeleton's reaction to his presence will be. Or, perhaps, a sign that Papyrus isn't really there. He's not even sure which outcome would be preferable.

[everyonecanbekind]

"I AM!! WOULD YOU CARE FOR A PLATE, HUMAN?" He's already reaching for an extra plate from the cabinets. Excitement! Someone wants to try some? Fantastic news.

Papyrus is practically wiggling in excitement. It's been a while since he let a human try his spaghetti-- for the most part, he cooks with Undyne or alone, with both being acceptable! But the kitchen seems a popular place, today...he turns around with an extra plate and a big smile!

The plate of spaghetti might have...just moved. A little. Or made a noise...who knows? Completely normal spaghetti...probably.

[tattooedredheads]

Er...

"Maybe you should tell me what's in it first," Kay is staring at the questionable spaghetti now, as though staring at it will keep it away from him. A tight is smile plastered on his face. He should have just gone to the dining room.

[uncaging]

Elizabeth is still only just getting to grips with the basics of cooking. There hadn't been a kitchen in her rooms in the tower, just a dining room, with a series of chimes and whistles that would go like clockwork when it was time for her to eat -- the same bland, balanced meals each day. She'd often wondered where they'd come from, but now she knew the truth that she was being watched all the time through just a few inches of glass, one of her captors must have simply walked in and left them for her at the same times each day. That still sickened her to think about, and even though it would be very easy for her to get unlimited food from her closet it's made her determined to learn to cook for herself, if for no other reason than it would help her learn to provide for herself when she eventually left here and found her way to Paris. Most of her attempts have been disastrous, but she was here again to try today, when she smells something delicious and completely different to anything she's tried before as she enters the room and feels her stomach rumble in response.]

That smells wonderful. What are you making?

[everyonecanbekind]

[ Papyrus turns around and smiles excitedly when he sees her!! Oh! Dancing friend! Upside down friend! ]

GREETINGS, HUMAN!! [ her compliments make his chest swell out a bit! ] I AM CRAFTING ONE OF MY GREATEST AND ONLY KNOWN PASTA DISHES!!! FRIENDSHIP SPAGHETTI!!

WOULD YOU CARE TO TRY SOME?? [ Happiness radiates off of him like he's the damn sun itself!! How nice, to be recognized for his great spaghetti. How nice. ]