[A problem: Sans has to move to look at his phone. Not a lot, but a little. As such, he hesitates a moment longer than he really should before he checks. His movements are, ironically, incredibly mechanical.]
'Course it's easy, you're the one fixing it. [He has no idea if Papyrus actually means what he said, though. It's what Papyrus would say either way, unless his head was literally--no. Stop thinking about that.
The glowing, dim as it is compared to how bright he could get earlier, is helping, but it's also making his soul ache. He ignores that. It's nothing compared to when he got his chest sliced open, and he'd managed to walk across half the judgment hall after that. He can deal with this.]
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'Course it's easy, you're the one fixing it. [He has no idea if Papyrus actually means what he said, though. It's what Papyrus would say either way, unless his head was literally--no. Stop thinking about that.
The glowing, dim as it is compared to how bright he could get earlier, is helping, but it's also making his soul ache. He ignores that. It's nothing compared to when he got his chest sliced open, and he'd managed to walk across half the judgment hall after that. He can deal with this.]