Sans | Mood: Serious | Tags: Frisk
i think for a second. "they're blue, and repeat everything they hear over, and over, and over. for instance, if i said 'dry-bones' into one, it would repeat it constantly. now, the one papyrus told me about, i don't know the colour or anything. he's not too good with details." i shrug and turn away, my arms crossed on the table.