[As Sans starts eating the chocolate, the helicopter takes to the air again, settling at a charge station on Papyrus's work station. Not a minute later, Papyrus himself frowns and looks around, before glancing Sans's way.
Did you...? [He mutters the question in his usual stage whisper minimum, quietly enough it's as if to himself, not expecting a reply. And he doesn't, given he doesn't finish asking it before he trails off and shakes his head, the new wires shifting around on his skull.] No, that's fine. Enjoy it!
[He stretches the same wheeled leg as before, turning it this way and that, nodding to himself at the improvement. Better, certainly good enough to hold up while he focuses on other repairs and replacements. But does he want to check on his throat while Sans is awake enough to be distressed about it...?]
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Did you...? [He mutters the question in his usual stage whisper minimum, quietly enough it's as if to himself, not expecting a reply. And he doesn't, given he doesn't finish asking it before he trails off and shakes his head, the new wires shifting around on his skull.] No, that's fine. Enjoy it!
[He stretches the same wheeled leg as before, turning it this way and that, nodding to himself at the improvement. Better, certainly good enough to hold up while he focuses on other repairs and replacements. But does he want to check on his throat while Sans is awake enough to be distressed about it...?]