[True, it has all been transferring injuries from others to himself, so far. But if it's a matter of transferring, surely it could be transferred in the other direction... and it's a lot easier to repair Papyrus's parts than Sans's.]
Y-Yeah, I'm coming up! [The footsteps on the stairs aren't quiet either, racing up the outer stair to reach the front door all the more quickly, and he rounds the corner to the living room in as clear a rush as the rest of it.
For all he's been seeing the scope of the injuries through the little drone, it's still different seeing himself, with two eyes that flicker through a few lighting settings. The leaking magic is spreading all through the carpet around his brother, the red light to all it all another clear sign that it's bad...
Papyrus crouches down beside Sans on the side with the scattered bones, raising a hand to pat at his brother's shoulder - and catching himself, thinking better of it just in time.]
You said you can't move. Can you... Can you feel them? The separated bones? [There's no question of whether Sans can feel the pain, not with the multiple alerts about screaming.]
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Y-Yeah, I'm coming up! [The footsteps on the stairs aren't quiet either, racing up the outer stair to reach the front door all the more quickly, and he rounds the corner to the living room in as clear a rush as the rest of it.
For all he's been seeing the scope of the injuries through the little drone, it's still different seeing himself, with two eyes that flicker through a few lighting settings. The leaking magic is spreading all through the carpet around his brother, the red light to all it all another clear sign that it's bad...
Papyrus crouches down beside Sans on the side with the scattered bones, raising a hand to pat at his brother's shoulder - and catching himself, thinking better of it just in time.]
You said you can't move. Can you... Can you feel them? The separated bones? [There's no question of whether Sans can feel the pain, not with the multiple alerts about screaming.]