It's... It's not jumping on the roof in a single bound. [A feat of cartoonish superhero physics that he deeply misses, every day.] But well worth trying! You should give gliding a shot. [Especially since then Papyrus would get to experience flight secondhand, in a way where the metal wing's performance would be a reliable indicator for his own potential flight possibilities.
...He realizes he's sounding a little extra computery to himself, which is a little extra embarrassing with Sans hearing bits of it while being awkward about that wing's changes. Feeling more mechanical is contagious too, apparently? And he's feeling fresh discomfort with being part (mostly) machine, thanks to Sans's somewhat brushed over discomfort. He sighs dramatically, the better to push the whole train of thought aside, and instead thinks about flight. The triumph of succeeding, he hopes. The crash of falling, he fears. The things they can do about it, and the game to make of it.] I'll run under you with the trampoline.
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...He realizes he's sounding a little extra computery to himself, which is a little extra embarrassing with Sans hearing bits of it while being awkward about that wing's changes. Feeling more mechanical is contagious too, apparently? And he's feeling fresh discomfort with being part (mostly) machine, thanks to Sans's somewhat brushed over discomfort. He sighs dramatically, the better to push the whole train of thought aside, and instead thinks about flight. The triumph of succeeding, he hopes. The crash of falling, he fears. The things they can do about it, and the game to make of it.] I'll run under you with the trampoline.