[With the ongoing quiet check-ins, the step-by-step repair process, their roles in this whole thing have reversed: now Papyrus is the supervisor. And for all that sitting there anchored to the table gives a jittery edge to his instructions with each pause, there's that focused calm too. Watching the progress, pitching in to the repairs, it's soothing.
They reach the point of reattaching wires, starting with the reds - one he identifies as the main wire, a couple more redundant or backup. As each gets re-attached to the best of their knowledge, Papyrus glances away and tests tapping the fingers down on the table - the knocking sound at his intent, without any sensation back, it's like sending attacks down on the table. So strange.]
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They reach the point of reattaching wires, starting with the reds - one he identifies as the main wire, a couple more redundant or backup. As each gets re-attached to the best of their knowledge, Papyrus glances away and tests tapping the fingers down on the table - the knocking sound at his intent, without any sensation back, it's like sending attacks down on the table. So strange.]