[The collision rocks them both, but Sans's bones having so much less mass than Papyrus, they don't fall over.]
Uhhh, what... why are.... [He can't get out a full question, distracted by and fixated on their arms as he is. It's quickly clear that Papyrus's arm has gone tangible again, but only tangible enough to melt right back into Sans's. It's harder than ever to distinguish between who's feeling what, mentally, emotionally, physically, as he tries to gently pull apart - gently, because on some level his heart's not in it.
The sensation's not as unfamiliar as it should be, and he's struck with memory of those dreams before the earthquake. Dreams of melting into a puddle, of water or shadow, that could only approximate a skeletal form anymore. He's been a robot all this time, so why would it...]
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Uhhh, what... why are.... [He can't get out a full question, distracted by and fixated on their arms as he is. It's quickly clear that Papyrus's arm has gone tangible again, but only tangible enough to melt right back into Sans's. It's harder than ever to distinguish between who's feeling what, mentally, emotionally, physically, as he tries to gently pull apart - gently, because on some level his heart's not in it.
The sensation's not as unfamiliar as it should be, and he's struck with memory of those dreams before the earthquake. Dreams of melting into a puddle, of water or shadow, that could only approximate a skeletal form anymore. He's been a robot all this time, so why would it...]