Maybe this place has some really weird birds. [Or some really weird angels.
There's still red magic dripping from underneath Sans's shirt, though it's started to slow down. Still, Sans is trying to ignore it for now, and the invisible arms provide a good excuse. He feels out the magic (he's going to keep calling it that because he has no idea what else it could be) and pulls them away from Papyrus.]
Hang on, I think I can-- [His left eye flickers from the strain of pushing his magic in a direction it wasn't meant to go, but six arms, longer than Sans, light up in eerie red. It's like he's got six skeletal ghost hands attached to him. They fade back into invisibility a few moments later, though; Sans isn't feeling up to maintaining that kind of magic for any length of time right now.]
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There's still red magic dripping from underneath Sans's shirt, though it's started to slow down. Still, Sans is trying to ignore it for now, and the invisible arms provide a good excuse. He feels out the magic (he's going to keep calling it that because he has no idea what else it could be) and pulls them away from Papyrus.]
Hang on, I think I can-- [His left eye flickers from the strain of pushing his magic in a direction it wasn't meant to go, but six arms, longer than Sans, light up in eerie red. It's like he's got six skeletal ghost hands attached to him. They fade back into invisibility a few moments later, though; Sans isn't feeling up to maintaining that kind of magic for any length of time right now.]