[It's been a few weeks, and things have been... back to normal, somehow. Fresh wave of rude remarks about monsters in various websites and texts and calls, to go with the destruction and death, but no major punitive legislation has gone off. Nobody's summoned them all to the cave entrance to be ritual sacrifices in hopes of freeing the rest of the canyon. It's a peaceful morning, as Papyrus mixes up batter - the better to try in a new waffle iron he found around. But floating a couple inches makes the next attempt to stir go wide, and a spattering of batter goes across the counter.]
Oh my god, Sans??!
[His voice goes shrill with recognition, disbelief, and something along the lines of envy. He twists his neck to confirm that, yes, it's a sleepy-energized Sans cheerfully grinning at him.]
When did this start? Are you just getting back all our magic??
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Oh my god, Sans??!
[His voice goes shrill with recognition, disbelief, and something along the lines of envy. He twists his neck to confirm that, yes, it's a sleepy-energized Sans cheerfully grinning at him.]
When did this start? Are you just getting back all our magic??