You sat on the couch, scrolling on your phone when you heard Papyrus's raspy voice. "M'gonna go get some cigs." He said, looking at you for a moment before making a move to the door. You turn around and look at him from over the couch. "That's the 8th time you've gone out to get cigarettes this week." You said to which he shrugged. "Sans keeps replacing my cigs with soggy ones." He brushed off your comment.