Stay here. [Sans says, immediately, and feels (what's left of) his soul clench with how that sounds.] I mean, since when do I care about cleaning up, right?
[It's a joke, but there's undeniable strain in Sans's tone as he trips over himself to make himself sound more okay. He's probably being ridiculous--it shouldn't be a big deal for Papyrus to go across the room, or to another part of the house.]
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[It's a joke, but there's undeniable strain in Sans's tone as he trips over himself to make himself sound more okay. He's probably being ridiculous--it shouldn't be a big deal for Papyrus to go across the room, or to another part of the house.]