[Papyrus is in the workshop, it turns out. It's reasonable for Sans to think not - when he went to bed, Papyrus had also tried taking a nap. The better to conserve energy overnight, in hopes the power would return while he snoozed. But the dreams were not pleasant at all, and he'd opted for figuring out something to work on in the meantime.
There's a couple of faint flashlights dangling from wires around the room, the sort that need to be shaken to recharge their light, rather than replacing batteries on the regular. They're enough to give his dim light perception plenty to work with, but Sans's glowing arrival is obvious in the dark night, and Papyrus looks up and over to him with a smile.]
Hey, Sans! I didn't expect to see you. Sleeping okay?
[It's said in a cheerful voice, with a easy, bright smile, one that stands out compared to the ones he's been offering for months. The discomfort in his own bones-and-metal that Papyrus had been shivering with earlier in the day is gone, but it's more than that. He's expressing a little curiosity, but there's not much in the way of worry that anything might be wrong. A flat simplicity to it, maybe like his smiles when trying to hide the emotional numbness, or like the bright smiles when the leech first started taking effect.]
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There's a couple of faint flashlights dangling from wires around the room, the sort that need to be shaken to recharge their light, rather than replacing batteries on the regular. They're enough to give his dim light perception plenty to work with, but Sans's glowing arrival is obvious in the dark night, and Papyrus looks up and over to him with a smile.]
Hey, Sans! I didn't expect to see you. Sleeping okay?
[It's said in a cheerful voice, with a easy, bright smile, one that stands out compared to the ones he's been offering for months. The discomfort in his own bones-and-metal that Papyrus had been shivering with earlier in the day is gone, but it's more than that. He's expressing a little curiosity, but there's not much in the way of worry that anything might be wrong. A flat simplicity to it, maybe like his smiles when trying to hide the emotional numbness, or like the bright smiles when the leech first started taking effect.]