Papyrus swoops down, right in front of his puzzle. After seeing it from a different, aerial angle, he makes adjustments. Might as well make the puzzle visually pleasing from above as from below... Bottle caps fall from his pockets as he swoops, making him panic as he tries to collect the objects, fumbling them back into his pockets. "FUCK! I KNEW I SHOULD'VE KEPT THESE IN MY BAG...."
He scrambles to pick them up, throwing them in his bag, determined not to scratch or damage anything.
🌼| The Flower King!
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