[The eyelights in Sans's halo, previously darting aimlessly, snap to Papyrus as soon as he speaks. He recognizes the tone even before the rest of him catches up with what's happening. Papyrus is right there. He had a bad dream. He's on--well, he was on the couch. Clumsily, he tries to sit back down.]
I'm okay. [Maybe if they both say that enough, it'll be true. His soul is throbbing again; Sans isn't sure if it started up in response to the nightmare or if it was his sudden burst of activity. It probably doesn't matter. It looks like Papyrus was working on something.] I knock anything over?
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I'm okay. [Maybe if they both say that enough, it'll be true. His soul is throbbing again; Sans isn't sure if it started up in response to the nightmare or if it was his sudden burst of activity. It probably doesn't matter. It looks like Papyrus was working on something.] I knock anything over?