Buying one's way easier. [Sans has no urge to fill the whole kitchen with baked goods. Making that pie had been nice, and Papyrus liking it had been nice too, but doing much of anything in the kitchen while they're like this seems like it's just asking to bring up terrible memories. He tries to settle himself normally on the couch again, but somehow he's gotten closer to Papyrus than he meant to be even if he's careful to make sure they're not touching.
Sans is prepping himself to say something he doesn't want to be thinking about. It doesn't show on his face at all, which he's keeping casual, but it's like all the gears of Sans's mind start working overtime as he tries to work out the best way to address something he'd rather avoid and finally gives up in favor of being blunt.] It's not leeches. I could see the leeches. [He can't see any leeches right now, so it's not them. If they keep thinking about all of that, it's not going to help the shared internal mood.]
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Sans is prepping himself to say something he doesn't want to be thinking about. It doesn't show on his face at all, which he's keeping casual, but it's like all the gears of Sans's mind start working overtime as he tries to work out the best way to address something he'd rather avoid and finally gives up in favor of being blunt.] It's not leeches. I could see the leeches. [He can't see any leeches right now, so it's not them. If they keep thinking about all of that, it's not going to help the shared internal mood.]