Huh? [Right, Papyrus is still getting all his thoughts and feelings. Can't shortcut out of that.] Oh, yeah, at the party when I was gettin' used to these eyes. [He indicates his halo with a twist of one of the wings on his head. Rather than teleporting again, Sans takes slow, cautious steps across the room to try to get back to the bed. Back to where Papyrus is, because even the distance of just across the room makes him itchy. This reminds him of the party, too. He hadn't been doing very well in the movement department at that party.]
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