[When Sans wakes up feeling magic humming through his soul again, he knows there's only one thing to do: wait for Papyrus to be alone in his backyard. Sans is very patient; he stands by the fence, waiting, until he's sure it's only Papyrus anywhere nearby and, just as importantly, that Papyrus is turned away from the fence. Then he hops up onto the stepladder he has dragged over to said fence for specifically this occasion and pulls Papyrus over to the fence and then up with blue magic, just out of reach of being able to touch the ground.]
Morning, bro. [It may or may not actually be morning.]
action; early January
Morning, bro. [It may or may not actually be morning.]