[None at all? One or two around the shelf wouldn't be a huge problem, especially not if they're aimed more for checking that the shelf is clear than for watching the whole workshop - that's what Sans popping in is for. Not that Papyrus is going to say so, by voice or by text, when the idea hasn't occurred to him and he's busy flitting around the workshop anyway.
It's just as well he fled left, since touching one of the car batteries is... it's boring, it's nothing. The electricity in use, lights and charging devices, that's what feels invigorating right now. Somehow even other signals, like some of the neighbors' distant modems, are something he can absorb, taste and enjoy. The imperfections of some of his damaged tools sing out to be fixed, and he doesn't even need to rent space in a forge - he can just gesture, just will it, and as smoothly as his old skill with magic the metal bubbles up to reform, tools repaired and whole. It's... heady.
Despite his effort to restrict his pull to the workshop (and the neighbors, because they're not emitting distress he can feel), the power does flicker a couple times during the night. Brief flickers only, during times of distracted focus. But thankfully the ongoing power surge is enough that the lights never outright go out beyond a couple burnt bulbs in the workshop, not with him trying to avoid it. Once or twice he even texts back a SORRY, other times he just focuses on rigging an active reminder in his mind. The distress might be contagious... but it feels less relevant, the more powerful and important he feels. And it's so easy to rationalize to himself that Sans wouldn't want him not charging, so really this is the best they can hope for here isn't it!]
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It's just as well he
fledleft, since touching one of the car batteries is... it's boring, it's nothing. The electricity in use, lights and charging devices, that's what feels invigorating right now. Somehow even other signals, like some of the neighbors' distant modems, are something he can absorb, taste and enjoy. The imperfections of some of his damaged tools sing out to be fixed, and he doesn't even need to rent space in a forge - he can just gesture, just will it, and as smoothly as his old skill with magic the metal bubbles up to reform, tools repaired and whole. It's... heady.Despite his effort to restrict his pull to the workshop (and the neighbors, because they're not emitting distress he can feel), the power does flicker a couple times during the night. Brief flickers only, during times of distracted focus. But thankfully the ongoing power surge is enough that the lights never outright go out beyond a couple burnt bulbs in the workshop, not with him trying to avoid it. Once or twice he even texts back a SORRY, other times he just focuses on rigging an active reminder in his mind. The distress might be contagious... but it feels less relevant, the more powerful and important he feels. And it's so easy to rationalize to himself that Sans wouldn't want him not charging, so really this is the best they can hope for here isn't it!]