[he just stares at Papyrus, squinting his eyes a little at the other in a way like he's not quite sure what he's listening to or who it's even coming from, as if he's looking at someone who just spontaneously up and turned into a two-headed lizard mutant in the span of roughly ten seconds. which, you know, could happen somewhere down the road, but ANYWAY.
Stine stares, and he listens. really listens, if the change in his expression from disbelieving scrutiny to a slightly dazed, befuddled sort of dull surprise says anything. he looks like he's at a loss for words and he is. when you're this stressed out and confused with which emotions to shift through, there's only one thing to do at a time like this.
which is to say, he starts laughing. it's quiet at first then grows a little louder — still sad and still a tinge bitter, but it's far from the hurtful, cruel sort you'd expect a guy in his position to throw out. he sounds genuinely amused.]
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Stine stares, and he listens. really listens, if the change in his expression from disbelieving scrutiny to a slightly dazed, befuddled sort of dull surprise says anything. he looks like he's at a loss for words and he is. when you're this stressed out and confused with which emotions to shift through, there's only one thing to do at a time like this.
which is to say, he starts laughing. it's quiet at first then grows a little louder — still sad and still a tinge bitter, but it's far from the hurtful, cruel sort you'd expect a guy in his position to throw out. he sounds genuinely amused.]