You've gotta build a 360-degree welding helmet sometime. [Which would be silly, because Sans wouldn't need coverage at the back of his halo where he couldn't see the welding anyway, but he's saying it specifically because it's ridiculous.
Sans closes all his eyes. Ever since he got used to having the halo eyes open all the time, it's felt a little strange to close all of them if he's not planning on going to sleep. He focuses on the eyes scattered around the rest of the house just for some sort of sensory input. Everything looks normal enough. His eye amount is receding rapidly, already almost back to how it was before he started spreading them everywhere. Thinking about it, he's not sure how he managed that trick. Too bad; it might have been useful.]
Okay, go for it. [Sans keeps a hand on his phone, so he'll feel it vibrate if Papyrus texts him again.]
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Sans closes all his eyes. Ever since he got used to having the halo eyes open all the time, it's felt a little strange to close all of them if he's not planning on going to sleep. He focuses on the eyes scattered around the rest of the house just for some sort of sensory input. Everything looks normal enough. His eye amount is receding rapidly, already almost back to how it was before he started spreading them everywhere. Thinking about it, he's not sure how he managed that trick. Too bad; it might have been useful.]
Okay, go for it. [Sans keeps a hand on his phone, so he'll feel it vibrate if Papyrus texts him again.]