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[spaghettimonster]

[Time for a text message to the network, as Papyrus takes up Sans' suggestion... several weeks after the fact.]

IT. HAS. BEEN. TEN. WEEKS.
AND I AM AT MY LIMIT.

PEOPLE WHO'VE REGAINED LOTS OF MEMORIES,
WHAT IS YOUR SECRET???
HOW DID YOU DO IT!?

I BARELY REMEMBER ANYTHING AND I'M TIRED OF IT!!

THE DOG KEEPS HINTING,
THAT I COULD REMEMBER THINGS FASTER.
BUT WHEN I ASK HOW IT JUST WINKS AND WALKS AWAY.

IF I HAVE TO PUBLISH POETRY, I'LL DO IT.


[ooc: As always, I'm happy to drop the capslock or the font for readability if it helps, just let me know! (They continue IC because Papyrus.)]

Comments

[eudaimonikos]

Oh god, the place with that disgusting squid thing?

[that he fears and loathes for NO REASON]

[spaghettimonster]

UHHH.
I DON'T KNOW. I HAVEN'T. TRIED TASTING HIM?
I JUST EAT THE FOOD.

[Michael whatever you get up to with the chef is your business of course, but please don't assume that Papyrus is up to the same.]

[eudaimonikos]

You really shouldn't eat food that thing has touched
Have you seen it?

[It's GROSS and SLIMY and EVERYONE HATES IT, PROBABLY]

[spaghettimonster]

[Okay maybe he misunderstood the situation.]

UMM. I THINK I HAVE.
SITTING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BAR. LOTS OF ARMS.
AM I THINKING OF THE RIGHT SQUID CHEF??

[eudaimonikos]

Yes!
It's gross!

[spaghettimonster]

WHAT??? WHY DO YOU SAY THAT?
JUST BECAUSE HE'S NOT AS HANDSOME AS A SKELETON,
OR AS CUTE AS A DOG,
OR AS. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?

[eudaimonikos]

I don't know, distinguished? It's got nothing to do with ME
He's a gross drippy squid monster

[spaghettimonster]

WOW, I'M GLAD I'M NOT A SQUID MONSTER.
I WASN'T THAT ATTACHED TO THE PLACE ANYWAY!!
I'LL LOOK FOR A FOOD CART. WITH DRY, NOT AT ALL DRIPPY FOOD.

[eudaimonikos]

Fine.

[feels weird, but he's right on this one]

[spaghettimonster]

[Papyrus isn't convinced, but something in him quails at the thought of persisting in doing the thing Michael is so adamantly against. Especially when they're in the middle of all this emotional approximately-honest talk and maybe even becoming better friends??

So he shelves any returns to Miso Fou's for other times, and for now finds a food cart near a nice seating alcove to wait in. The food is very dry. Flakey. One might even describe it as pastries.]

ARE YOU FULL UP ON OTHER POTIONS, BY THE WAY?

[eudaimonikos]

[Well, Michael can...he can do this. He's not all that accustomed to making arrangements and meeting people (like they're friends or something), but...well, it's not that different than if they'd just run into each other, right?

He'll even collect a pastry, before joining Papyrus with a pretty palpable air of uncertainty.]

Uh - no, not really? Is that a thing? [does everyone just have a bunch of potions and he's been unaware?]

[spaghettimonster]

[A Michael has arrived! Papyrus stops fiddling with his bracer and waves a welcome, half-eaten pastry still in hand.]

Of course it's a thing. It's a thing for me! [Skeleton trendsetter here, thank you.] Brewing potions, it just comes so naturally...

And it's good preparation, to have something to drink, at all times. In case of vending machines, or thirst, or just needing a little boost.

[That vending machine. It's stopped flinging vials at him, but how long will that peace last, really?]

[eudaimonikos]

...I guess.

[Michael takes a bite of his pastry, chewing thoughtfully. He guesses he does get thirsty, sometimes.]

Never made any, myself.

[spaghettimonster]

Really??? None at all??

[Papyrus' eyesockets boggle, though he quickly tones it down as he tries to hide his surprise.]

I saw - uh, people - cooking, and it just seemed so natural. Mixing things together, and making something new... I had to give it a shot, and I got great at it so quickly!

[Like magic. Or subconscious memory.]