St-Starting with... A new cool outfit. For... however many limbs, uh, we end up with. [Papyrus notices the "we" but matches it anyway, as part of his effort to try not to burn through energy making themselves miserable. It's easy to notice, when his background process of comparing his behavior with the closed model of his "normal" is running as usual, flagging other fluctuations in his priorities. (Popping up as questions and concerns, interrupting his conscious thought process when the variation is strong enough.)
But as Sans stretches out with spiritual senses to try figuring out what's going on, Papyrus feels the same impulse to search and figure things out - the exact same impulse, probably. He initiates something more active and comprehensive, to scan his body for strange error messages and signal interruptions and so on. It immediately starts returning signals from his arm and foot, of course, as well as spots in his chest, in a hip, and some of the components in his skull. (Well, his skull was probably the place it started, with thoughts and feelings flowing like they have been...) The mess of signals extends further than that, those from his arm a jumble with some other formatting, not quite electrical, not electromagnetic, but not not those things either. Something that reminds him... of magic, of course. (Strange to realize how much that familiarity's faded, in less than a year without it.)
That metal wing is the easiest to understand the signals from, with the same sort of error messages as the parts of them that have melted or that are apparently at risk of it - indications of the change? Getting signal responses back makes it seem even more a part of his|their body, and Papyrus experimentally tries to flex it before he thinks twice about doing so.]
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But as Sans stretches out with spiritual senses to try figuring out what's going on, Papyrus feels the same impulse to search and figure things out - the exact same impulse, probably. He initiates something more active and comprehensive, to scan his body for strange error messages and signal interruptions and so on. It immediately starts returning signals from his arm and foot, of course, as well as spots in his chest, in a hip, and some of the components in his skull. (Well, his skull was probably the place it started, with thoughts and feelings flowing like they have been...) The mess of signals extends further than that, those from his arm a jumble with some other formatting, not quite electrical, not electromagnetic, but not not those things either. Something that reminds him... of magic, of course. (Strange to realize how much that familiarity's faded, in less than a year without it.)
That metal wing is the easiest to understand the signals from, with the same sort of error messages as the parts of them that have melted or that are apparently at risk of it - indications of the change? Getting signal responses back makes it seem even more a part of his|their body, and Papyrus experimentally tries to flex it before he thinks twice about doing so.]