[The hope shifts into relief, and he ducks his head to consider his current limbs for a moment. The somewhat pocked hand, the newer clawed appendage... It's not what he wants to live with, but it's been a great help the last few weeks. He's sure he can make use of it in an assistant bot, as some kind of commendation for its great service... But he's sure, he wants hands again.]
In ca-se, huh? Do we need, to bui-ld you, a seco-nd closet...? [He is deeply appreciative of Sans's repeated gesture of gathering Papyrus's discarded important things until the weirdness wears off, and it shows in his face, if not his soundclip voice. But this is becoming a pattern, and one of the (many) last things he wants is to be an excuse for Sans to never put his own things away.]
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In ca-se, huh? Do we need, to bui-ld you, a seco-nd closet...? [He is deeply appreciative of Sans's repeated gesture of gathering Papyrus's discarded important things until the weirdness wears off, and it shows in his face, if not his soundclip voice. But this is becoming a pattern, and one of the (many) last things he wants is to be an excuse for Sans to never put his own things away.]