[Yeah, if Sans could have just popped his wings and halo off for a while when that was happening, he definitely would have. Looking at the wiring is odd; intellectually, he knows it's part of Papyrus's arm, but at some point it becomes very abstract. Still, he thinks he can feel Papyrus's magic in it, which is--a new feeling. He puts a hand on the edges of the warped, damaged plastic coating. Yeah, this arm feels like his brother's magic in a way he can't exactly define.]
Rewiring, huh? [At least, that seems more practical than trying to strip the coating and put something new on. Sans traces the paths of the wires with his eyes, trying to work out how things should look without the damage. Sans's constant glow shifts, his arm going from cyan to green, and the coating just--smooths itself out. Fixes itself. All straight and neat and like nothing happened at all.]
Uh.
[It's because he's been so used to feeling burning pain on his wings that he doesn't quite notice it yet, but there's a burn mark on the wing by his left temple.]
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Rewiring, huh? [At least, that seems more practical than trying to strip the coating and put something new on. Sans traces the paths of the wires with his eyes, trying to work out how things should look without the damage. Sans's constant glow shifts, his arm going from cyan to green, and the coating just--smooths itself out. Fixes itself. All straight and neat and like nothing happened at all.]
Uh.
[It's because he's been so used to feeling burning pain on his wings that he doesn't quite notice it yet, but there's a burn mark on the wing by his left temple.]