Papyrus did it, or at least gave himself most of the credit. He just knows he's a skilled diplomat, on top of everything else! Finally the elves had opened their homes and their hearts to the rest of Fayren, no doubt thanks to its inspiring leadership. It was on a holiday, too, one with a special rule: no talking. It was a day of quiet meditation and solemn reflection about who one wanted to be.

The latter's easy. Papyrus, of course! It doesn't get much better, unless the person he wants to be is "exactly the same, but with more friends." Maybe there's room for improvement after all.

The former? Silence doesn't come easy to one with his UNIQUE WAY OF SPEAKING. And there was so much to say! He wanted to "OOH" at the lustrous ebony and wondrous arches, architecture as white and tall as himself, but he couldn't. He wished to "AHH" at the intertwined greenery and branch-born patios, much like Papyrus was built for the highest heights of glory, but he couldn't. All he could do was shine his smile and sparkle his eyes like the lamp-lit walkways he handsomely walks.

Only at midnight could he finally say something, and it had to be a very special something to a very special someone. Or anyone at all, really; he always has awesome things to say. But wait! Oh no! What if he sees several someones!? If he talks to just one, the rest will be jealous! What to do...

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A. Before Midnight
If Papyrus meets eyesockets with yours, he'll greet you a big smile, then either send you a text message if he knows you, or run on over with a note card if he doesn't. Both read: "MEET ME UNDER THE MAIN BELL AT 12 O'CLOCK. IF YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT STAYING UP TOO LATE, I PROMISE IT'S WORTH IT!!

QUIETLY YOURS, PAPYRUS"

B. At Midnight
Papyrus rocks on his heels and practically quakes with goodwill. He's been working on what to say all day. Now he just needs another to bear his burgeoning gift.