It's fi-ne. [Papyrus stretches, partly to show some freshly-woken solidarity, partly to test how the cleaning is going. Feels like... something is still catching in there. He doesn't really want to swap back to the rusted legs, so. He leans forward again to continue work, but shoots Sans a glance from the side.] If you do, ju-mp off agai-n? Would... the work-shop, be good?
[Not that he wants to push Sans not to sleep, given... everything, about the best excuse for sleeping he's ever had. But if he doesn't want to, lounging on the shelf is about as comfortable, right?]
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[Not that he wants to push Sans not to sleep, given... everything, about the best excuse for sleeping he's ever had. But if he doesn't want to, lounging on the shelf is about as comfortable, right?]