Papyrus yelps and jolts at the tug, a ripple of rattling bones as he pulls away. For a few seconds, he's stiff and arched like an alarmed cat, until he recognizes the tail near Lambert's hand.

"Oh my god, I almost forgot about it." He covers his face with his hand, parting his fingers so he can still see. "Ummm.... The day we came here? I was clothes shopping. And then I had twice as much reason to shop! Because my clothes don't have tail holes, yet."