[Like a sunflower, Sans turns toward the sun lamp as soon as it's on. Having the blanket draped on him makes him flinch, just a little. He was expecting it, so it wasn't too bad, and he likes the warmth. Still, the feeling of the blanket itself--well, it's not the blanket's fault it's made of matter. It's impossible to tell, but Sans does use his halo to look at the phone when Papyrus brings it up.]
My arms stopped working. [A classic sibling excuse, but Sans actually means it. He'd been holding it in one of his extra hands, and hadn't wanted to get up to retrieve it.]
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My arms stopped working. [A classic sibling excuse, but Sans actually means it. He'd been holding it in one of his extra hands, and hadn't wanted to get up to retrieve it.]