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That's true. There wasn't any snow in October, I think!

[He remembers clearly that the air was warmer then, only "crisp" rather than outright cold. And other fragments of visuals... The grass had been mostly uncannily green, and some of the trees had been like the one in the Ruins - empty branches, surrounded by colorful leaves.]

[ribticklers]

Yeah, pretty sure it was fall then. [Sans knows the seasons only in an academic sense, though he draws the same connection to the Ruins when he thinks about it.] Which makes sense, 'cause that's when we dropped in.

[Heh.]

figure mostly wrap-up to switch focus to library thread?

[spaghettimonster]

[Papyrus snickers at it, a quick nyeh heh that gets out before he can help it. But this one, at least, he doesn't feel the need to pointedly not laugh at. Positive reinforcement for non-skeleton puns.

He then pulls his attention back from the question of their arriving here, with its general anxious fog of figuring out all the how-to-human things, and focuses on the bones at hand. Literally, the bone he summons and balances on a fingertip. It feels different than bone on bone attack, but that's his magic, familiar as anything else from childhood.] ...Wow. I really missed this.

sounds good

[ribticklers]

[Sans's grin definitely widens at that positive joke reinforcement. Making people laugh is fun, even if making them roll their eyes is fun too.]

Yeah, now if any more weird creatures show up I can put 'em on a roof or something. [That is probably not the best way to deal with them.]

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[Papyrus nods along until halfway through the sentence, then recoils, baffled and annoyed. That's a terrible way to deal with them?!]

And give them the high ground? The benefits of a new gravity attack??? [You know, when they inevitably jump off the roof at their prey.] Oh my god, Sans, no.

[Is it time to go grab those toys and go over some theoretical battle scenarios? Because it seems like time for some very serious tactics discussions. With the aid of toys.]

[ribticklers]

Well I'm not gonna put 'em up there if I think they can just jump down. Maybe I'd go for a swimming pool or somethin' then. Or out in front of a car.

[Actually that last one sounds like it would be gross and messy and in general something Papyrus might disapprove of depending on specific circumstances. But it would probably let him get away.]

[spaghettimonster]

Not in front of my car, thank you! [It's not much of an improvement to trade Sans getting hurt for Papyrus getting hurt, after all. But also, please don't throw zombies or murder reindeer at his car.

The narration wasn't joking, either - Papyrus is outright heading into the house to grab some toys and other placeholder models. He calls out, as he heads in:] Maybe the HOA will let us install some spike traps! As modern art.

[ribticklers]

[Nooo, Sans doesn't want tactics discussion time. What if he just slides down off the stepladder back onto his side of the fence?]

Maybe they've got paperwork somewhere for it you can fill out.

Sans: *Flee

[spaghettimonster]

[Sans better make that retreat fast, because Papyrus means business in retrieving these toys. He grabs some paper and a (time appropriate) pen while he's at it, to better write down some reminders for Sans to take home and post up himself... since sticky-notes aren't a thing yet.]

*Sans ran away

[ribticklers]

[Yeah, Sans is just... Going to... Go.

Bye, bro.]