[The immediacy of the reply grabs his attention, and the strain in the traditional deflection keeps it, but Papyrus nods like he's accepting the story.]
True en-ough! Let me just...
[He telegraphs his movements as he goes to lift the couch cushions, including the one he settled Sans onto, in order to retrieve his phone from inside it. Settles them back down and sits down himself, tugging a cord out from his torso to reconnect to it. Focuses into a vague distance, visual attention mostly focused elsewhere for the moment. There's an odd noise in the distance, by the workshop door.]
Hap-pily. I have... some tools. To clea-n, for me. That sh-ould work, for now.
[The sounds resolve into the door opening, and the toy helicopter flying into the hall. The motions fluctuate now and then between very rigidly directed and more fluid, as Papyrus lets it run on instructions and occasionally intervenes to correct where it's going... But all in all, it's quickly clear it's using the little claw mechanism to uproot the flowers and do the cleaning for him.]
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True en-ough! Let me just...
[He telegraphs his movements as he goes to lift the couch cushions, including the one he settled Sans onto, in order to retrieve his phone from inside it. Settles them back down and sits down himself, tugging a cord out from his torso to reconnect to it. Focuses into a vague distance, visual attention mostly focused elsewhere for the moment. There's an odd noise in the distance, by the workshop door.]
Hap-pily. I have... some tools. To clea-n, for me. That sh-ould work, for now.
[The sounds resolve into the door opening, and the toy helicopter flying into the hall. The motions fluctuate now and then between very rigidly directed and more fluid, as Papyrus lets it run on instructions and occasionally intervenes to correct where it's going... But all in all, it's quickly clear it's using the little claw mechanism to uproot the flowers and do the cleaning for him.]