[Sans is thinking about dissolving, suddenly, and his own memories of that echo back--Sans dissolved from the chest outward. An absolutely hopeless feeling. He pushes it away like he's been scalded, and not just because he's worried Papyrus will feel it too. He grabs onto Papyrus's offered hand, and the relief is a much safer feeling.]
Eye'll have to see about getting used to it again. [Simple entertainment has always been the best antidote for Sans's moods. Maybe Papyrus will roll his eyes extra hard at having Sans's bad jokes in his skull too.]
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Eye'll have to see about getting used to it again. [Simple entertainment has always been the best antidote for Sans's moods. Maybe Papyrus will roll his eyes extra hard at having Sans's bad jokes in his skull too.]