[Papyrus makes a soft, wistful sound at the feelings. It's renewing the feeling of wanting functional wings, or some way of getting into the air - even if it's not as high in the sky as they might like. And beyond his - or their shared - feelings of yearning? That it's something that even Sans felt was exhausting effort, and yet worthwhile enough to go through with... They really couldn't understate how important his brother's wings were for him, huh?]
Trampoline! You don't understand, all this weight... [Papyrus taps a gloved, metallic hand against Sans's newly metallic wing, not hard enough to reverberate or knock off balance, but enough to draw attention to it.] The challenge is landing.
[It's not as if Papyrus can heal his brother if they have an accident... ...Which... might, just, be entirely possible, actually. What if what they're doing is both accidentally sensing each others' emotions? Sure, Sans should know how to turn it off, but... Papyrus considers his (still gloved, still metallic) hands for a moment. What if he could heal again?
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Trampoline! You don't understand, all this weight... [Papyrus taps a gloved, metallic hand against Sans's newly metallic wing, not hard enough to reverberate or knock off balance, but enough to draw attention to it.] The challenge is landing.
[It's not as if Papyrus can heal his brother if they have an accident... ...Which... might, just, be entirely possible, actually. What if what they're doing is both accidentally sensing each others' emotions? Sure, Sans should know how to turn it off, but... Papyrus considers his (still gloved, still metallic) hands for a moment. What if he could heal again?