'Course it is. [And of course the complaining is a vital part of telling the jokes. Sans isn't married to routines, but there are some things he relies on to keep himself going, and Papyrus is at the heart of a lot of them. Almost all of them, now that they're here. But it was never a secret, how much Sans relies on Papyrus, even if Sans tries not to talk about it in anything approaching a serious way.
Sans thinks of the image of Papyrus's soul crackling with electricity--or maybe Papyrus is thinking about it, but right now that's very nearly the same thing. Sans wishes again that Alphys was here--she's familiar with electricity magic and with robots. Alphys is a close friend, but the nature of her situation and how it intersects with his various situations means he doesn't talk about her much, so the friendly familiarity in the way Sans thinks about her is likely to come as a surprise.
Sans's own soul--he'd say it feels foreign to him. He wants to believe that, is working his deception skills on himself, but at the heart (ha) of it, well--there's some resignation there. It's fitting, and he doesn't like that it is.]
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Sans thinks of the image of Papyrus's soul crackling with electricity--or maybe Papyrus is thinking about it, but right now that's very nearly the same thing. Sans wishes again that Alphys was here--she's familiar with electricity magic and with robots. Alphys is a close friend, but the nature of her situation and how it intersects with his various situations means he doesn't talk about her much, so the friendly familiarity in the way Sans thinks about her is likely to come as a surprise.
Sans's own soul--he'd say it feels foreign to him. He wants to believe that, is working his deception skills on himself, but at the heart (ha) of it, well--there's some resignation there. It's fitting, and he doesn't like that it is.]