[Expendable or not, Papyrus could probably detach his arm, if they needed. Sans would still have a goo limb, and they'd still want to be near each other, so it might just happen again... But if he doesn't, will they keep melting together? Form some metallic angel skeleton? Or just exist as a puddle together, all privacy lost as they wander from thought to thought like it's all their own...? Exhausting.]
I am thinking... I want to sleep this off. Which is maybe a you thought?? [Which is to say, in at least one way he's not thinking straight - they're too muddled together for that. Sans's vagueness isn't helping, as trying to follow the thoughts about thinking leaves him stuck on that image of familiar flowers.
Maybe they should stay on the couch, and not going anywhere they might touch flowers or bugs or basically anything else alive. Just in case they'd join the melting pot too. Is that what happened to his flower friend, some goopy monster wandered in a flower hallway..?]
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I am thinking... I want to sleep this off. Which is maybe a you thought?? [Which is to say, in at least one way he's not thinking straight - they're too muddled together for that. Sans's vagueness isn't helping, as trying to follow the thoughts about thinking leaves him stuck on that image of familiar flowers.
Maybe they should stay on the couch, and not going anywhere they might touch flowers or bugs or basically anything else alive. Just in case they'd join the melting pot too. Is that what happened to his flower friend, some goopy monster wandered in a flower hallway..?]