Papyrus mulls over that comment; he knows that tone of voice Sans gets when making puns. But what does it mean, what does perfect have to do with stripes...? Kids aren't perfect. They can be pretty great, especially when they're not hurting anybody, but even Papyrus would hesitate to describe himself as perfect.
"Much," Sistina tells him. "Take care of yourself, Sans." And, like getting the final word means she's won this conversation, she fades away.
As she disappears, a thought passes from Sistina to Papyrus - how Sans still sometimes treats him like a kid, that maybe that's what his brother means with that tone. Papyrus huffs, and gently kicks some of the snow back outside the door before closing it.
"Not like... kid stripes," he finally elaborates. "Cool stripes! Zig zaggy ones, like lightning bolts! Or something else, sharp and a little bit flashy."
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"Much," Sistina tells him. "Take care of yourself, Sans." And, like getting the final word means she's won this conversation, she fades away.
As she disappears, a thought passes from Sistina to Papyrus - how Sans still sometimes treats him like a kid, that maybe that's what his brother means with that tone. Papyrus huffs, and gently kicks some of the snow back outside the door before closing it.
"Not like... kid stripes," he finally elaborates. "Cool stripes! Zig zaggy ones, like lightning bolts! Or something else, sharp and a little bit flashy."