Probably... [Papyrus huffs a faint laugh at the image of Sans floating around like a balloon, and twists a bit to examine their shoulders. It certainly seems like they're metal and bone respectively. But he anxiously kicks his feet against the bed frame again, and remembers.]
...It's in my foot. [Even if it's not already in his arm's socket, if the melting is anything like mold in human food... It's already spread through them. Probably better to wait and see, try to take it easy and be kind to themselves, than get all worked up about it. Less effort, less chance of messing things up worse - no need to repeat the leech thing. It'll probably all fade after a couple days or weeks, anyway.
(Is this a Papyrus way of thinking...? But the thought is coming from him, isn't it? Is this what Sans thinks like, when nobody's shutting him down?)]
potent couch
...It's in my foot. [Even if it's not already in his arm's socket, if the melting is anything like mold in human food... It's already spread through them. Probably better to wait and see, try to take it easy and be kind to themselves, than get all worked up about it. Less effort, less chance of messing things up worse - no need to repeat the leech thing. It'll probably all fade after a couple days or weeks, anyway.
(Is this a Papyrus way of thinking...? But the thought is coming from him, isn't it? Is this what Sans thinks like, when nobody's shutting him down?)]