[Sans gets vague thoughts of Papyrus being taken apart and forgetting things, and that's--well, not the greatest thought. (He's also suddenly wondering if the places on his metal wing that used to be bone have bone underneath.) He's sitting close enough to touch Papyrus already, but he spares a hand to pat Papyrus's arm reassuringly. Papyrus has backups, and it's not like they know he'd forget things. Emotional moments leave an impression on magic. Sans is absolutely sure of that, even if he's not thinking about the reason he's so sure. (It's very important he doesn't think about that. He's trying to be careful.)]
Am I goin' out like this, or are you gonna build me a suit? [Sans is imagining a pretty ridiculous-looking suit, taking into account the wings and the halo.]
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Am I goin' out like this, or are you gonna build me a suit? [Sans is imagining a pretty ridiculous-looking suit, taking into account the wings and the halo.]