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puffybxnes replied to your post:"I don't have much of an idea of what's going on,...
“I’m glad you thought so! I try my best, and I’m very happy that we didn’t… That wouldn’t be too terribly nice.”
“YOU WERE THE BEST WIFE EVER, GIGI! I KNOW THAT THE ANONS CAN SEND SOME REALLY MEAN THINGS A LOT, TOO, SO I’M GLAD NEITHER OF US LISTENED TO THEM AND THE VIDEOS AND KILLED EACH OTHER!”
Headache
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Headache: How my character will take care of yours when they have a headache.
@puffybxnes
Papyrus rubbed his head, staring intently down at the list he had pulled up on his phone. It was a list of suggestions for relieving headaches–not for himself, but for Gigi. His friend was suffering from a huge headache, if the way she was currently laying on his couch, an arm thrown across her eye sockets, and the occasional groan of pain that slipped out were any indication of that.
She’d assured him that it was only a headache and she would be fine a little later, and then they could properly continue hanging out, but Papyrus wanted to help her however he could. Fortunately the internet had plenty of suggestions for that.
First things first…
“ALRIGHT, JUST ONE MOMENT!”
He missed the grimace the volume of his voice caused, too focused on his goal. The tall skeleton disappeared into the kitchen and moments later reappeared with a glass of water. He set it on the table before turning his attention right back to his phone.
“TRY AND DRINK THIS. IT SHOULD HELP WITH YOUR HEADACHE.”
Though he wasn’t certain why it would. It was worth a shot, though.
Papyrus glanced down at the table, scanning it until he saw the pencil just on the edge, threatening to fall to the ground and possibly roll underneath it, never to be seen again. Oh, good catch. It would help Gigi and had the added bonus of rescuing it from the void of beneath-the-table-and-couch. He picked it up and held it out to her.
“THEN AFTER THAT, HOLD THIS IN YOUR MOUTH. UM. I DON’T HAVE ANY PEPPERMINT OIL THAT THIS THING SUGGESTS AND WE DON’T HAVE ANY ICE, BUT I CAN GET SOME SNOW FROM OUTSIDE. LET ME JUST–OH!”
Gigi had moved into a sitting position, and as soon as she’d relieved him of the pencil he’d spun on his heel with the intention of marching right outside for a handful of snow. A tug at his neck stopped him. He glanced back down at his friend, her hand fisted in the soft material of the scarf.
She held a finger to her mouth, a gentle shushing motion. Pain was etched into her expression and it twisted in his chest to see it on her face.
“Thank you Papyrus, but could we just sit and watch some TV instead of all of this? Quietly?”
“OH!”
This time he did see the grimace in response to the shout. Oh no, he was hurting his friend more with how he was speaking. He quickly adjusted his volume.
“I mean... oh! Of course. We can do that.”
He sat on the couch beside her, allowing her to rest her head against his shoulder. It was dark, except for the light of the TV, and it was no wonder that as her headache subsided, she fell asleep still leaning against him.
Papyrus sighed in relief, resting his own head atop of her skull, happy for his friend to no longer be in pain.
“Sweet dreams, Gigi.”
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☔️ : your muse offering to share an umbrella with mine on a rainy day
@puffybxnes
Gigi was a lot shorter than him, and it was never more apparent than itwas when she tried to do something that was hampered by their heightdifference. Such as offering to share her umbrella with him. The areathey were in was very wet, perhaps beneath an above-ground river withfat drops of water that fell on them like rain. There was a bucket of umbrellasfor monsters without their own, but Papyrus had refused it and now it wasquite a ways back.
He laughed, but it had a grateful note to it. While he would never (probably)make fun of her for her height, the situations it sometimes caused could beamusing.
“WELL, THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL BE FINE WITHOUT AN UMBRELLA. A LITTLE WATER IN THE SKULL NEVER HURT ANYONE!”
And yet he stooped down, close to her as he shuffled beneath its cover anyway.
“HOWEVER, I WILL ACCEPT THE OFFER!”
Ooc; -slides over my urls- Ey fam.
Send me a url and i'll tell you the following;
my opinion on;
character in general: Gigi is lovely bo buvely. UF Gigi is perfection, lemme tell yahow they play them: TEN OUTTA FUCKING TEN. Gigi is the best and will be the best GF for Fellthe mun: LEMME TELL YA. She’s a loser. Yep. Total dorkus. And I love her.
do i;
follow them: Yeehrp with them: YEEEHwant to rp with them: YEEEEEEEEEEEEHship their character with mine: OH HELL YEH
what is my;
overall opinion: AMAZING ART. AMAZING OC. AMAZING MUN. AMAZE. SO PERFECT AND I LOVE IT. SCR EAM
**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.
"ALRIGHT, I AM GOING TO GO TEACH MY NEW WIFE TO RECALIBRATE PUZZLES NOW, SO I MUST BE OFF!"
{ @puffybxnes ♥ for a heated starter }
Papyrus has tried to talk a few times, but nothing comes out but incoherent flustered squeaks and sounds. He didn’t even know how to respond the the feelings he was feeling right now. All that came out was whines and whimpers.
"Be my Valentine?" { Either/Both. It don't matter. ;) }
Papyrus swore his sockets were bound to crack from how wide they had gotten.
“You wan’t to be MY Valentine?! REALLY!? O-Oh my! Wowie I’ve never had a Valentine before!”
