[Even while trying to commiserate with his brother's hysterical laughter, Papyrus begins revising his multitasking priorities. Putting the pause on the dust cleaning, setting his arm to minimize the pain even if he can't seem to disable to pain yet, but also things like plotting his repair order, and the question of how best to set Sans's leg, or to ask if there's other less visible injuries left...]
What? [It's too many tasks to divide his attention between, when he's in pain himself. He pauses a few of those tasks, diverts his attention back. It looks like Sans has shifted and is now visibly upset, talking about outside. Papyrus doesn't actually have to stand to take a quick look, not with the front door's camera (the better to spot approaching delivery drivers) and the helicopter rising and changing course just at the idea of doing so.] Wait, what?
[There's motion in the yard, an unfamiliar figure of the mostly-human variety of monster, with shadows and oddly bright eyes and little else, but...] Wait, that's them?! Weren't you in the ruins?? [It's illegal for other monsters to be teleporting, now!]
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What? [It's too many tasks to divide his attention between, when he's in pain himself. He pauses a few of those tasks, diverts his attention back. It looks like Sans has shifted and is now visibly upset, talking about outside. Papyrus doesn't actually have to stand to take a quick look, not with the front door's camera (the better to spot approaching delivery drivers) and the helicopter rising and changing course just at the idea of doing so.] Wait, what?
[There's motion in the yard, an unfamiliar figure of the mostly-human variety of monster, with shadows and oddly bright eyes and little else, but...] Wait, that's them?! Weren't you in the ruins?? [It's illegal for other monsters to be teleporting, now!]