[Sans's metal wing stretches out, to Sans's confusion. It doesn't look like it's melting or anything that might have made it stretch on its own, or--oh.] Was that you? [If it was Papyrus, that's--okay, he guesses. A little alarming somewhere in the back of his head, but Sans can't flag himself for personality fluctuations and so he's left to go along with them with less warning.
Sans's leg, the one on the same side as his melted arm, is starting to lose its form by degrees. It's less sudden than the arm was, and so Sans isn't quite as startled by it. It's just sort of a thing that's happening.]
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Sans's leg, the one on the same side as his melted arm, is starting to lose its form by degrees. It's less sudden than the arm was, and so Sans isn't quite as startled by it. It's just sort of a thing that's happening.]