Thank goodness. First meetings are awkward enough, no need to ramp up the awkward levels that much.

"Yawning? I'm not--" Papyrus cuts off, seeing the daemon finish yawning. "Oh my god," he gasps, a hand grapsing to his chest like he's clutching at a necklace. "How could you!"

The daemon, for her part, crouches low to cover her mouth with her tail. It's flicking even more energetically, making the cover very inconsistent.

"It just, happened! Maybe rest would be nice..." Good call, 9S. She could use rest, because being pulled into being is a little tiring. "But, not hours and hours! Maybe, just a nap."