<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">"Woah...let's not <strong><em>blow</em></strong> this out of proportion."</span></span>Skeletal hands came up in defense, the stranger stepping into the light with haste, looking somewhat ashamed of himself. It was most certainly Papyrus - or at least a Papyrus - only this one was...was softer a good description? No sharp edges, teeth relatively flat this time, and certainly no form of battle armour to be seen anywhere. Dressed only in a very baggy orange hoodie, baggy grey trousers, and a pair of trainers (laces undone, of course), this Papyrus seemed to be the complete opposite of anything that either of the two had seen before.<br/><br/>A cigarette dangled lazily from his mouth, the outstretched hand bearing a single palm-sized whoopie cushion; clearly the set up for a bad joke. Nothing dangerous, however.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> "I'm sorry I<strong><em> rattled any bones</em></strong> here. Just tryin' ta play a simple joke. Heh...looks like it was more of a<em><strong> blast</strong></em> than I expected."</span></span><br/><br/>There was a friendly tone to his voice, his posture speaking of his tense yet very kindly nature in that moment, and he seemed genuinely apologetic.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">"I...er...I'm Papyrus. Papyrus the Skeleton. Nice to meet'cha. I...er...know that I can be a bit of a <strong><em>bone-head</em></strong>. I heard that there was a human here, but...heh...I really didn't expect this. You two are new to town?"</span></span>