[Oh, hey. Speaking of people he was hoping could rescue him, he can just barely hear Papyrus.
He relaxes again -- not that he was too worried to begin with, and tries to peer up from the snow pile. No luck, but the snow was at least powdery enough to push out of his way.]
crossing my fingers DW lets these fonts work but prob not
He relaxes again -- not that he was too worried to begin with, and tries to peer up from the snow pile. No luck, but the snow was at least powdery enough to push out of his way.]
Marco Polo. Your long lost brother.
he kind of sounds like this.
[SOMETIMES LIKE THIS.]