Uhhhhh... [Papyrus shifts his weight within himself with Sans's added support, and tests that hand on the bed again. Through it, again. It feels like there's nothing but air there, as if the blanket is a hologram. It's alarming in a way he'd like to get away from, and the continued escapist feeling does nothing for restoring his hand to tangibility.] It. Seems like it??
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