[The silent and complete unacknowledgement from 'Sans' baffles Papyrus. He stares, unsure what to do or how proceed, until there's suddenly invisible hands grabbing at him.
Covering his mouth does little to muffle the sound of his voice; no lips are squished to distort the sounds, and there's too much space in his skinless jaws for sound to escape.
So he yelps when first grabbed, shooting a confused and betrayed glance at the inactive Sans, before making out what the voice is saying.]
Huh?! I'm not friends with any ghosts???
[Compared to the yelp, his voice is lowered. But... stage whisper, that carries at least 10 feet, is about the quietest Papyrus gets.]
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Covering his mouth does little to muffle the sound of his voice; no lips are squished to distort the sounds, and there's too much space in his skinless jaws for sound to escape.
So he yelps when first grabbed, shooting a confused and betrayed glance at the inactive Sans, before making out what the voice is saying.]
Huh?! I'm not friends with any ghosts???
[Compared to the yelp, his voice is lowered. But... stage whisper, that carries at least 10 feet, is about the quietest Papyrus gets.]