Guess that's... one way, not to roll off a bed. [Floating intangibly, he means. Though it doesn't seem like that's the reason why Sans has been doing that, it does at least explain why Papyrus has found him haunting the kitchen a couple times. And if there's something familiar about the drifting between, from those ideas of being void gods... He shakes his head, takes the last tentative step to rest onto his bed and stare at his foot.]
...Have you tried? [Becoming tangible again, while within something else. For all the vivid impressions he's increasingly getting from Sans tonight (it's getting worse, it's getting stronger and more consistently), he didn't catch a sensory impression. It'd be uncomfortable for Papyrus, but he could if need be replace a foot. (Most of him is a little expendable, that way.) (Not really expendable, but... replaceable. It's fine.)]
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...Have you tried? [Becoming tangible again, while within something else. For all the vivid impressions he's increasingly getting from Sans tonight (it's getting worse, it's getting stronger and more consistently), he didn't catch a sensory impression. It'd be uncomfortable for Papyrus, but he could if need be replace a foot. (Most of him is a little expendable, that way.) (Not really expendable, but... replaceable. It's fine.)]