[Papyrus seems to fit right in; spooky, scary skeleton he is most certainly not. So Gilgamesh leans down to play, too, letting one of the cubs nip at his finger and vaguely wondering what's become of his life when he's started to warm up to talking piles of bones.
There were worse in Sumeria, he consoles himself. With worse tempers, too.]
I suspect she wouldn't think he failed at much of anything. Nor you.
[His eyes flicker to Papyrus' empty sockets, studying.]
But you have failed at something, haven't you, Papyrus?
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There were worse in Sumeria, he consoles himself. With worse tempers, too.]
I suspect she wouldn't think he failed at much of anything. Nor you.
[His eyes flicker to Papyrus' empty sockets, studying.]
But you have failed at something, haven't you, Papyrus?