[Papyrus listens attentively, picturing it in his mind as the scene is described. His eyesockets lid as well -- drowsily, though, in his case. In whispers, he gasps when he realizes that this is a story about the sun, about the Earth.]
Then... the star made its very own friends. A whole rock full of creatures. How nice.
[He yawns, and adjusts himself a little, hugging a couch pillow to his skull.]
no subject
Then... the star made its very own friends. A whole rock full of creatures. How nice.
[He yawns, and adjusts himself a little, hugging a couch pillow to his skull.]