[Sans can feel the bone of his wing nearby, almost in place. The eyelights on Sans's head are watching Papyrus, and they don't shift, but the ones on his halo do. They're sluggish, hazy and even dimmer than his main eyes, but he can still see with them, and he can see his wing from this angle. The red magic shifts to green around his wing. There's a popCRACK as his wing bones reconnect and the tibia of his left leg cracks in half at the same time. He yelps, the noise startled out of him. His voice still isn't built for being that loud; it cracks in the middle.]
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