[Papyrus makes a sound of agreement, this time only slightly static - it's mostly actual voice sound.] Maybe I'll, turn in my... emergency fire badge.
[Not that there's an actual badge involved, so much as a small laminated card hastily put together for showing he's one of the people who volunteered to help with the various emergencies, called in at all hours. He feels even calmer than he has since the lightning storm, though maybe that's partly because he's making a point to help Sans out. Hard to say.
It's not like walking together when their thoughts had been melting together, mainly because Papyrus still isn't walking. The careful gliding, trying to match Sans's pace, is enough of a challenge that he doesn't think about where exactly Sans is going to sit until they're reaching the workshop itself.]
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[Not that there's an actual badge involved, so much as a small laminated card hastily put together for showing he's one of the people who volunteered to help with the various emergencies, called in at all hours. He feels even calmer than he has since the lightning storm, though maybe that's partly because he's making a point to help Sans out. Hard to say.
It's not like walking together when their thoughts had been melting together, mainly because Papyrus still isn't walking. The careful gliding, trying to match Sans's pace, is enough of a challenge that he doesn't think about where exactly Sans is going to sit until they're reaching the workshop itself.]