[Bones weren't food. Papyrus had that going for him. But this thing was making noises at it, and it was in the way of another tasty morsel that fluttered and cried out nearby, another swift bite of giant poultry. In response, it bellowed and raised a fist, preparing to clobber the scientist for his efforts.
It didn't seem to notice the little moogle making her way around...]
A memory fading fast Her mother sits, eyes downcast, A torn uniform in hand, farewells unsaid...
[The air had turned odd, and inner strength seemed at hand for the bard's compatriots. The time to strike, perhaps, was now and before poor Papyrus got a knuckle sandwich.]
No worries!
It didn't seem to notice the little moogle making her way around...]
A memory fading fast
Her mother sits, eyes downcast,
A torn uniform in hand, farewells unsaid...
[The air had turned odd, and inner strength seemed at hand for the bard's compatriots. The time to strike, perhaps, was now and before poor Papyrus got a knuckle sandwich.]