[Oof! Humans may have a lot more physicality than monsters, but when it comes down to it, a child is still no bodily match for the great Papyrus. He sweeps them up, and Frisk lets out a noise somewhere between surprise and laughter, their arms hooking around his humeri as he swings them into a little spin.]
[It strikes them, somehow, that they missed this - without even knowing it was gone.]
[A touch dramatically, Frisk withdraws one of their hands to tip it against their forehead, leaning away from Papyrus with a clearly genuine faintness.]
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[It strikes them, somehow, that they missed this - without even knowing it was gone.]
[A touch dramatically, Frisk withdraws one of their hands to tip it against their forehead, leaning away from Papyrus with a clearly genuine faintness.]
Oh no. This is the end for me.