rests his elbow on their head and yaaawns, leaning on them a bit obnoxious and fully intentionally. they remind him of when papyrus was younger, though certainly they're a lot more quiet. " oh no, gravity is ... increasing on me ! "
and to their credit, dear specter would have kept quiet even while serving as makeshift rest for skeleton’s arm. a familiar notion of which they have been the victim as much as they were the perpetrator. but they are nay fool. his weight ‘pon their being increases and immediately do reflexes take over as stance widens and form tenses, hands burying into the fabrics of new companion’s thick winter coat to hold fast in defiance against what they know will soon see them crushed.
( it begins to cloud your senses and for but a heartbeat’s worth — one you no longer possess — you remember. suffocating dread ceases your spine, your lungs and your mind. a darkness more stifling than your own, pressing down upon your body as much as your SOUL, wrestling away control. you remember — )
— his voice. he speaks and quickly receives a scoff in return, though its scorn is merely play, fractions of mirth woven throughout. ❝ ANEMONE ! ❞ a scolding shout that quickly bleeds into near childish whine as knees begin to buckle and their upper body twists to accommodate the increasing weight. ‘neath exhaled breath comes a curse ( nightshade ! ) and at any other time, they would be delighted to get a better sense of the monster they travel beside, to be given more than what silhouette and presence their hearing paints.
BUT NOT LIKE THIS ! ❝ That’s not how gravity— ❞ breath catches and undignified yelp escapes their throat as said gravity finally wins the battle and sends them both crashing to the cold, hard floor. ❝ —works. ❞ wheezing more than anything, this knight knows when it is time to surrender. thus, sprawled out as best they can beneath such cruel adversary’s weight, fortune offers another huff. ❝ Gods, you’re terrible, ❞ exasperated with strained voice raised, like slighted teen they stick out their tongue at him. yet the light — hearted and unabashed laughter that follows tells another story.