For Papyrus's purposes, maybe he really is a stranger. Hell, he's strange enough to himself, these days. He falls silent for a little while, finding himself unbalanced by the other skeleton's disposition. Really couldn't keep this one down, huh? He's not quite sure how to handle it.

Eventually, he hops up and sits on the counter, tired of pacing around, and messily knocks a few things out of the way as he does so. He's asleep, but he is still so damn tired.

"Hey, I got a question for ya," he says, still only partially seeming to acknowledge Papyrus's presence. "Do you figure it's possible to remember forgetting something?"