Oh my god, we can't both go to work! [It's a dismaying realization, that they'll need to choose one, or wear themselves out teleporting... or both call out. (Maybe not as dramatic as he makes it out to be, since it's a good distraction from thinking about unthinkingly moving Sans's wing.) The followup realization about how he worded that is no less dismaying.] ...Or. I mean. I guess, we both will.
[They'll both just need to... decide what they're going to do, if either. He can't really be involved in repairs at the shop if they're teleporting out every ten minutes to check on the dig, so trying to do both... It'd have to be part-days for each. The idea of Sans slacking off while he's at the autoshop, or of him stuck calling out from the autoshop indefinitely while this nonsense is going on... Neither's great, and there's appeal in just hiding in a bedroom while this settles out. But there's appeal in spending time joking around with people, or making something that makes the world better in some little piece of it. Indecision.]
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[They'll both just need to... decide what they're going to do, if either. He can't really be involved in repairs at the shop if they're teleporting out every ten minutes to check on the dig, so trying to do both... It'd have to be part-days for each. The idea of Sans slacking off while he's at the autoshop, or of him stuck calling out from the autoshop indefinitely while this nonsense is going on... Neither's great, and there's appeal in just hiding in a bedroom while this settles out. But there's appeal in spending time joking around with people, or making something that makes the world better in some little piece of it. Indecision.]