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Papyrus wasn’t so sure of this now that you told him you were married… And to put the key inside of your partners collar?
Yeah, he was sweating as he took a shortcut, his supplies ‘porting with him.
Of course, you expressed an interest in his art, not in him. maybe you wanted your partner to make sure he didn’t do anything he wasn’t supposed to while you were gone.
Yeah, that makes sense.
He tried to imagine what your spouse would look like, how they would act. You were a good soul, strong in your stand against your own kind for the better of others… Maybe you had a strong willed partner, like yourself? Maybe you had a shy partner, and that’s why you were so good with him?
He knocked a few times, waiting anxiously for said partner to let him in.
…. Papyrus has stood here for 4 minutes now. He was a little worried.
Until he heard a thump behind him and jumped to find the sound.
He backed against the door, trying to find the intruder, the jingling seeming to follow him as he backed away.
“Grrrrroew” Papyrus flinches, looking down at the… Cat? As it rubs its head on his legs and shoes.
“Um. Hello?” he tries to convey friendly intent, remembering sans telling him something about animals understanding intent.
The cat starts to purr, a deep rumble sounding from the…fluffy, albeit large, cat.
Then it catches his eye as he bends down to pet the fluffy boy.
A collar.
Papyrus deadpans at himself. Of course you were talking about a pet, not a spouse. Humans did wedding rings.
He takes the key off the cats collar, giving him a few more pets before unlocking the door.
The cat, Miso, Rushes in the door, yowling loudly as it went.
Papyrus follows after the animal, wondering what it could possibly be making all that noise for.
He follows, and follows, until he is at a room with a closed door. The cat headbutts it, staring to mock-run on it like he wants it open.
What an odd animal, Papyrus thought to himself, before turning to get his stuff and find the room you told him about- He thinks he saw it on his wandering after the cat.
But as soon as he got a few steps away, the cat started howling at him again, and deep rumbling purr coming from Miso as he tried to get into the room.
“I don’t think I’m allowed in there, Miso.” The cat meowed up at him, purring at his name.
Papyrus shifted on his feet, unsure of what to do… the cat very much so wanted in the room, but what if he wasn’t allowed? He was always thought that if a door was closed to leave it that way unless you knocked.
The cat sat, staring at him, done purring.
“I guess, but I’m blaming you if I get in trouble.” The cat made an appreciative squeak, chittering at he ran and hopped on your bed.
Oh. This was your bedroom.
Now he wasn’t sure about letting Miso in. He shouldn’t be letting himself look over your room like he is. Surely its fine if he doesn’t go in, right?
His eyelights fall from the bed Miso has made himself home one, to your desk, to your dressers, to the walk in closet door that was left open.
Hm. Your room looked so different than the you he and his brother saw on TV. Papyrus would have bet money that your room would have looked like San’s- always made bed, two tone color scheme, not a mess in sight.
But he was wrong, your room said so much about you, it held your personality, a few disorganized messes, a few organized ones.
…
Probably because you didn’t expect anyone to be snooping or judging it.
Papyrus felt bad for snooping, so he left to carry his stuff in. The cat meowed at him again as he left, but he simply waved goodbye. Like the cat understood what it meant.
The simple compact storage of his art supplies weren’t much to lug into the blank slate of a room. It was mostly empty; a singular desk was the only thing in the room other than the curtains on the window.
You must have moved the rest of stuff in here, because he knew a deep clean when he saw it- after many of Sans telling him his were not clean enough.
He felt appreciation swell in his soul, You took time out of your schedule to clean and move an entire room for him to have his own space in your house. He felt like he was finally living a piece of the renaissance era. Though he cringed at the pure white walls, the wooden floor was nice though.
… Maybe he could ask if he could paint the walls in the room? You did want him to do stuff like that, right?
So he pulled out his phone, and prepared himself to send you a text.
Papyrus- Hey, Hope you are having a nice day at work :)
Papyrus- I also wanted to ask if I was allowed to paint the walls in the room you allowed me?
He knew you might not be able to text back fast, you were at work.
So he started sketching up a few designs, making a bullet point list of other side ideas he had that he could propose to you.
About an hour of him sitting in the middle of the blank room, drawing and listing ideas, he got a text back.
Y/n- Thank you, I hope you are having a good day as well!
Y/n- Yeah, its all yours so go crazy! Of course, any furniture or art supplies you need is on me.
Papyrus grins, knowing exactly what he’s going to do with this room.
Papyrus- Thank you!
And just like that, he was off to sketching on the walls and plotting all that he needed to make his vison come to life.
hours later,
He is so engrossed in his sketching and plotting, that he doesn’t hear the cat meow loudly and keys jingling as someone arrives home.