[The goop that is their combined arm moves, in a way that shifts their upper arms and shoulders with it. Papyrus stares at it moves, not actively trying to hold it stiffly - making sense of how it almost feels like he's moving it, of what he can feel from it. And he agrees, this doesn't feel like death, for all it seems like what Sans saw from Undyne, or from... Monsters injected with Determination, by Alphys, sometime? If he shoves their own associations aside, just looking at what's happening, what's been happening all night...]
Something like... Like thoughts, and feelings, and everything. Melting... together. [Very literally melting. And even with their arms melting together to where he can't tell one from the other, he wants to lean against his brother's shoulder.]
can't prove they have separate arms in that icon
Something like... Like thoughts, and feelings, and everything. Melting... together. [Very literally melting. And even with their arms melting together to where he can't tell one from the other, he wants to lean against his brother's shoulder.]