NO! [Papyrus's wordless howl of outrage is too loud for the space they're in, and several people manage to shake off their woes long enough to shush them for it. With less and less space to escape to, he stays put but drags his hands down his face. Strange as the sensations of cheeks squishing and drooping under the pressure of fingers is... Really, the distortions to his face probably really convey his feelings here.] Sans. Oh my god. I'm glad you're here, so... stop making me reconsider that gladness already!
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