Maureen pauses with her hand on the knob, her attention cutting briefly back to Papyrus. It's not the first confused rapid once over she's given him, but this one has a curious, thinking tenor to it as opposed to the plain bafflement of a few minutes ago. Somewhere between her ears, a series of gears is rapidly turning.
She wrenches open the door. Linen closet.]
What, like never?
[Is a question requiring an on the go answer, as Maureen decides they can leave the attic pull down for last and instead makes for the stairs leading down.]
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Maureen pauses with her hand on the knob, her attention cutting briefly back to Papyrus. It's not the first confused rapid once over she's given him, but this one has a curious, thinking tenor to it as opposed to the plain bafflement of a few minutes ago. Somewhere between her ears, a series of gears is rapidly turning.
She wrenches open the door. Linen closet.]
What, like never?
[Is a question requiring an on the go answer, as Maureen decides they can leave the attic pull down for last and instead makes for the stairs leading down.]