Papyrus was completely out of his level. Since escaping the underground he had been working hard to be better, yet no matter what he did he was still overall aggressive. His own slob of a brother had to send him to places that were confirmed to be more monster tolerant in hopes he'd finally make a friend. Which is why he's here, at a gaudily pink cafe that clashes with his aesthetic, wondering what the hell a double shot mocha expresso cold brew decaf milkshake was.