[With how quiet Sans's teleports are these days, Papyrus has come to more than half expect no warning at all before his brother turns up just about anywhere. (He suspects it hasn't helped him with calming down lingering fears of that light spreading to reach into him, in fact. But with the way their minds can get changed on them... There's not much point asking Sans to promise not to.) In that regard, his brother's antsy physical activity has been a help - at least he can hear footsteps and crutches approaching.]
Yeah, but I still can't prove it.
[Not that Sans asked him to, or expressed any doubt in Papyrus's claims about them. But despite the last couple days of silent avoidance, the complaint isn't that kind of defensive. It's more frustrated than anything, petulant irritation with effort that's gone nowhere - or at least not given him results he can show. At least whatever porridge-resembling mush he's experimenting with is something tangible.]
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Yeah, but I still can't prove it.
[Not that Sans asked him to, or expressed any doubt in Papyrus's claims about them. But despite the last couple days of silent avoidance, the complaint isn't that kind of defensive. It's more frustrated than anything, petulant irritation with effort that's gone nowhere - or at least not given him results he can show. At least whatever porridge-resembling mush he's experimenting with is something tangible.]