"Hey." He'd been doing his best to remain on the couch for most of his time there so far, feeling too ill to really get up unless he felt it might be an emergency and trying his best to simply blend into the background. But after watching from the sidelines, he works up the courage to speak to the other, even if his voice cracks as though it hadn't been used in ages. He blames being in the snow -- maybe it's a cold or something. "Uh. Wha-at's up?" Eloquent. Act like everything's fine. Be casual.
At the question, Papyrus glances up at the ceiling, the very obvious response flitting across his mind before he decides against it. He’s not about to stoop down to such levels, and he returns his gaze to Error before giving a more serious answer.
“WELL! I’VE GOT A HUMAN ON MY COUCH AND I’VE LEARNED A BIT ON HOW TO HELP HUMANS WITH HANGOVERS, SO THAT’S WHAT’S ‘UP’ RIGHT NOW!”
A straightforward enough answer, although it doesn’t say much about what he’s actually been up to outside of that.
“HOW ARE YOU FEELING? DO YOU NEED ANYTHING? SOME WATER? SOMETHING TO EAT? SOME PAINKILLERS? IF YOU ARE FEELING SICK, APPARENTLY GINGER TEA IS VERY GOOD FOR THAT SO I CAN MAKE YOU SOME IF YOU’D LIKE!”
Regardless of the things that lead up to Error’s stay at their house, Papyrus is still determined to be the best host… and maybe help the other feel a bit better in the process.
