Oh! The sudden voice jars the present Papyrus out of his nostalgia, and he peeks over his shoulder. A sheepish smile crawls across his skull. "OH. WELL... I WAS FIVE OR SIX AT THE TIME. FAR FROM THE STRONG, HANDSOME SPECIMEN YOU SEE TODAY!"
The younger Papyrus continued sniffling and rubbing at his teary eye sockets, but the snow began to crunch more audibly than before. A very large, horned figure in a suit of red and white begins marching their way, still humming as he carries a great big sack of goodies.
The present Papyrus can't hide his grin at the sight. "YES!!! YOU'RE JUST IN TIME TO SEE THE TRIUMPHANT APPEARANCE OF SANTA!"
He may be a young adult now, but. Santa is always a source of excitement.
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The younger Papyrus continued sniffling and rubbing at his teary eye sockets, but the snow began to crunch more audibly than before. A very large, horned figure in a suit of red and white begins marching their way, still humming as he carries a great big sack of goodies.
The present Papyrus can't hide his grin at the sight. "YES!!! YOU'RE JUST IN TIME TO SEE THE TRIUMPHANT APPEARANCE OF SANTA!"
He may be a young adult now, but. Santa is always a source of excitement.