[Ah, time's up already on the Papyrus front. Sans's eyes--several of them, but most notably the ones on his skull--shift to the door, latest band-aid still in hand. Tiny, sparkling glass shards trail from where Sans ditched the hazmat suit to where he rushed to the couch to check himself over.]
Uh, didn't know you texted me. [Sans grabs his phone with one of his free hands and--ah. Dead battery. Thinking about it, that makes sense.] Guess my phone died.
[The glass-covered hazmat suit is still just sitting on the floor. His soul hasn't stopped shaking. Playing it casual probably isn't going to last longer than it takes Papyrus to get a proper look, huh?]
I was kind of imagining something like their canon house, we should draw a layout sometime
Uh, didn't know you texted me. [Sans grabs his phone with one of his free hands and--ah. Dead battery. Thinking about it, that makes sense.] Guess my phone died.
[The glass-covered hazmat suit is still just sitting on the floor. His soul hasn't stopped shaking. Playing it casual probably isn't going to last longer than it takes Papyrus to get a proper look, huh?]