[That Sans can always eat something is a truism not worth arguing, and it's close enough to agreement to his plan to work with. (It's passivity even for Sans, which he and the tracker each flag. Good to see it's observing things like that.
Through the helicopter's view Papyrus notes the stillness as he works, and he almost wishes he'd faced another direction for this. But Sans being in a position to help, maybe - or just to panic, if he makes a dangerous mistake - seemed important. No turning back now. Literally. Heh.
The pressurized hair sets the rust dust to flying, leaving him to cough an uncomfortably rattling cough as it sets all up through his neck and mouth. But it clears a fair amount out, and brushing at it with a steel wire brush takes out more. It's not superficial, but it's not nearly as deep as he'd feared. He might be able to clean it and weld something supportive in place, and make a proper replacement part later.]
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Through the helicopter's view Papyrus notes the stillness as he works, and he almost wishes he'd faced another direction for this. But Sans being in a position to help, maybe - or just to panic, if he makes a dangerous mistake - seemed important. No turning back now. Literally. Heh.
The pressurized hair sets the rust dust to flying, leaving him to cough an uncomfortably rattling cough as it sets all up through his neck and mouth. But it clears a fair amount out, and brushing at it with a steel wire brush takes out more. It's not superficial, but it's not nearly as deep as he'd feared. He might be able to clean it and weld something supportive in place, and make a proper replacement part later.]