[Papyrus blinks in slow confusion, with a shifting in his cheekbones like normally he'd be opening his jaw, to start asking a question. Then he grimaces, as he recognizes the words being gently - suspiciously mildly - volleyed back his way. That sure is a thing he just said there, huh? It's almost as revealing and uncomfortable as that open, disconnected arm. The side of his skull starts itching again, probably with nervous sweat, and he scratches at it.]
W-Well, you're transferring... something??? [Again it's not Sans's arm, but his head, and Papyrus starts at the sight.] And you're leaking now?! Maybe stop doing that!
[That doesn't look like your regular every day brother ooze, after all! It looks... alarmingly like the leakage from when those skull wings hatched, or whatever word one wants to use for it. (Although the answer to that is 'none' because they both want things like skull wings to stop happening.)]
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W-Well, you're transferring... something??? [Again it's not Sans's arm, but his head, and Papyrus starts at the sight.] And you're leaking now?! Maybe stop doing that!
[That doesn't look like your regular every day brother ooze, after all! It looks... alarmingly like the leakage from when those skull wings hatched, or whatever word one wants to use for it. (Although the answer to that is 'none' because they both want things like skull wings to stop happening.)]