If you're sure, that you're... good like that...? [After the near tonelessness of his syllable splicing, the skepticism in his voice is practically dripping everywhere. But he only waits long enough to see Sans settling his wings in to better cocoon, without sign of wanting to get up, before he sighs and drops the matter.]
Just, don't be surprised, when this is loud. [Not that it will be right away, he has a bit more of the meticulous cleaning to do. But removing casing from his neck, to better check it for rust, will take a couple of power tools if he doesn't want to take twenty minutes of slow and careful unscrewing again. (And he really doesn't, unless Sans actually falls asleep again.)]
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Just, don't be surprised, when this is loud. [Not that it will be right away, he has a bit more of the meticulous cleaning to do. But removing casing from his neck, to better check it for rust, will take a couple of power tools if he doesn't want to take twenty minutes of slow and careful unscrewing again. (And he really doesn't, unless Sans actually falls asleep again.)]