[It's easy to tell when the power is flickering in the house, or at least where Sans can see it, because the distress surges up like a wave, getting in through all the little cracks and doorways a house inevitably has. Tonight, with things only just beginning, Sans can keep his distress from being magically contagious. Any distress Papyrus might feel just as a normal result of Sans's distress is an entirely other thing, of course, and not in Sans's control.
Sans does have a couple of eyes for checking shelf access. It doesn't give him a great view of the workshop, and anyway with the way Papyrus is draining everything in there he's trying to push those pretty far back in his awareness, but at the same time it's relieving to know exactly where Papyrus is even if he can't always see Papyrus if he's not in direct view of the shelf. And what Papyrus is doing is weird, but also it's not, because matter shouldn't be a set thing to them anyway. He doesn't comment on it, just sends back it's ok every time Papyrus tosses out an apology and tries to convince himself he really means that.
Dawn, of course, is inevitable. And as the light overtakes the darkness, sure as the tides, all of Sans's distress recedes. Emotionally, everything goes still. Unnaturally so, actually. Like the whole house is holding its breath.]
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Sans does have a couple of eyes for checking shelf access. It doesn't give him a great view of the workshop, and anyway with the way Papyrus is draining everything in there he's trying to push those pretty far back in his awareness, but at the same time it's relieving to know exactly where Papyrus is even if he can't always see Papyrus if he's not in direct view of the shelf. And what Papyrus is doing is weird, but also it's not, because matter shouldn't be a set thing to them anyway. He doesn't comment on it, just sends back it's ok every time Papyrus tosses out an apology and tries to convince himself he really means that.
Dawn, of course, is inevitable. And as the light overtakes the darkness, sure as the tides, all of Sans's distress recedes. Emotionally, everything goes still. Unnaturally so, actually. Like the whole house is holding its breath.]