"No! Absolutely not!" He crosses his arms and turns away, dramatically keeping his back to his daemon. "I napped a whole two hours yesterday, I'm fine."

The daemon directs an eyeroll in 9S's direction, all 'can you believe this guy' about her skeleton. She's willing to take the robot's confidence as fact, since he sounds so sure.

She then rises to bump against Papyrus' ankles so he can't just ignore her. "That was the day before yesterday. Now we just have an hour of nap each."

"...Does it work like that?"