S'rry. [Sans is still collecting himself; his leg is throbbing now, a different sensation from the sharper ones in his other limbs. He knows he startled Papyrus, and after a second realizes he probably scared Papyrus, and feels bad on reflex.
When Papyrus says not to move the injuries around on himself, he doesn't follow right away. It's obvious when he catches on, because most of his eyes sluggishly shift to look at Papyrus. He's in no state to have a coherent argument about this; he's aching, and he's pretty sure he's suddenly got tinnitus, or something.]
Never done it that way. [There's another long pause.] It hurts. Swapping 'em. [As if Papyrus didn't already know that and would suddenly change his mind upon the truly shocking realization that getting an injury hurts. With how slow Sans's mind is working right now, it's more just Sans expressing that he doesn't like the idea.
But it's not a no. It's reluctance, but not flat refusal. That probably says more about how injured Sans is than anything else he's said or not said.]
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When Papyrus says not to move the injuries around on himself, he doesn't follow right away. It's obvious when he catches on, because most of his eyes sluggishly shift to look at Papyrus. He's in no state to have a coherent argument about this; he's aching, and he's pretty sure he's suddenly got tinnitus, or something.]
Never done it that way. [There's another long pause.] It hurts. Swapping 'em. [As if Papyrus didn't already know that and would suddenly change his mind upon the truly shocking realization that getting an injury hurts. With how slow Sans's mind is working right now, it's more just Sans expressing that he doesn't like the idea.
But it's not a no. It's reluctance, but not flat refusal. That probably says more about how injured Sans is than anything else he's said or not said.]