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[Sans finally opens the eyes on his halo to take a look himself. He has to tilt his wing a little, but he can see the mark now. He reaches up to touch it and it stings just like if he'd burned it.]

Maybe I took the burn from you. [Which doesn't make sense, since that's not how healing magic works, but even the teleportation Sans can do here isn't the same as it works at home, so completely new magic can probably do whatever it wants.

Still, that's not as useful as proper healing magic, if he's just hurting himself doing it. Sans isn't exactly known for his constitution.]

What, we can file transfer injuries now?? [It's a bit of an unconscious turn of phrase. Working on his internal mechanisms, thinking in engineering and programming terms...

Beyond the machine-think, he's a bit distressed by the idea, and grabs for a reason to disagree.]

Wait, no. That doesn't make sense. Why would an arm injury go to your wing?? [The mini wing in his head, at that.] It's not the same place! A translocated injury... should be in a parallel location. [Right...? They could test by Sans trying to do that again, to one of the remaining gouges instead of the burn. But he isn't sure he wants to suggest it.]

I don't think I can file transfer anything. [Sans says, mildly. Papyrus has obviously been working on his robot parts, so Sans suspects that was just a related slip of the tongue, but whenever they ignore the other acting a little off things end badly, so it can't hurt to repeat that phrase and see how Papyrus reacts to it. Anyway, it's true--Sans isn't a robot. If he's healing, it would be working differently. He doesn't need to be asked; Sans moves to touch one of the gouges. Imagine how it would be fixed. It's not the same as rapid regeneration. It's not healing, even if he turns green again as he does it. A papercut thin mark slices across his cheek, letting green magic drip out. It's not healing, it's--

~~[FILE LOADED]~~

--something else. But it works like healing.]

[Papyrus blinks in slow confusion, with a shifting in his cheekbones like normally he'd be opening his jaw, to start asking a question. Then he grimaces, as he recognizes the words being gently - suspiciously mildly - volleyed back his way. That sure is a thing he just said there, huh? It's almost as revealing and uncomfortable as that open, disconnected arm. The side of his skull starts itching again, probably with nervous sweat, and he scratches at it.]

W-Well, you're transferring... something??? [Again it's not Sans's arm, but his head, and Papyrus starts at the sight.] And you're leaking now?! Maybe stop doing that!

[That doesn't look like your regular every day brother ooze, after all! It looks... alarmingly like the leakage from when those skull wings hatched, or whatever word one wants to use for it. (Although the answer to that is 'none' because they both want things like skull wings to stop happening.)]

I am? [Sans felt the sting, and he reaches to touch it, his fingertips coming back wet. Huh, he is. They're both doing some weird stuff today. But Papyrus reacted like calling it a file transfer was weird, so that's a good sign, at least as far as these things go.] Okay, I'll stop. There's nothin' here you can't fix anyway, and this isn't a bad cut.

[Better Sans learn about this new thing in a situation that would give him a little burn and a little cut, compared to something worse.]

Phew. [That's a relief to hear, especially with the aloud reasoning of why Sans isn't tempted to keep doing whatever that was.] Yeah, that's almost certainly true.

[Mostly true, at least. He's not sure what caused that slip of the tongue, or how to go about addressing it. But the injuries to his mechanical parts, they're all extremely fixable.]

Especially now. You did speed it up a lot. [His cheekbones and eyesockets crease in a grin, as he starts putting the various rewiring supplies aside.] Not a bad cut, just a shortcut! [Nyeh heh heh.]

[That gets a chuckle out of Sans.] Yeah, a shortcut to checking out the trampoline I got. [Since Papyrus still has to finish up fixing the gouges Sans didn't transfer to himself, Sans might as well tell him what he got. Though fixing up the gouges probably won't take too long compared to rewiring.]

A trampoline?? [Papyrus pauses in his tool-moving for a second, somewhere between surprised and impressed. They're very much not things common back underground, being far too large to fit down the twists and turns of the cave rivers that feed the dump... And not being of great interest to many monsters. But he's seen them on TV, and more recently in the yards of various homes around them. The height that jumping people reach hadn't seemed impressive to him... until he remembered they were doing it without magic.]

That... sounds fun! I do miss seeing the roof of our house... [He's half tempted to drop what he's doing to go check it out now, but his arm... No, anyway, he shouldn't leave the holes open for long if he can help it, the better to avoid getting debris in them. Not only does it sound gross, and promise to make cleaning up even harder, but he knows how dust and bugs and whatnot in computers can fry them. He shakes his head and grabs an industrial apron, looping it around his neck and working to get it secured around his waist.]

I got a great deal. Got the guy to lower the price if I agreed to take it apart and move it myself. [WINK. Sans did not have to take it apart at all; shortcuts sure are convenient!] Figured I might as well see if these wings actually work, but I don't feel like jumping off the roof.

[But maybe this way they can both see the roof of the house, or something. Sans stays out of Papyrus's way while he goes about preparations to continue fixing his arm, instead doing a short hop teleport from where he's standing on the floor to an empty shelf he can sit on annoyingly where he should not be sitting.]

Incredible. You planned it all out, huh? [His voice is a little dry, but betraying hints of amusement at the end. He can imagine the face the guy must have made, when Sans just up and disappeared.

...Not to mention, stories of such Classic Sans behavior is reassuring when they're both having signs of weirdness. Again. He shakes it off with a shake of his head, bracing his hip against the work station to make it easier to tie the apron's cord just enough - tying things behind his back one-handed, something of a challenge! But a challenge the Great Papyrus is completely up to - before grabbing his welding mask. (It's already been painted to look like a skull. Partly because that's an incredible artistic improvement, partly so that putting it on doesn't leave him looking completely like a robot.)]

Well, without wiring ahead of me... I won't need as many tools, or a tool assistant. So, uh, just hang out up there and supervise! [You know, watch as he finishes welding some temporary casing pieces to cover up those gouges... this time, with casings in place to cover them all before he risks any sparks flying free. The apron's covering the ones in his torso.]

Supervising is my favorite kind of assisting. [Since when Sans supervises is just means he's hanging out. That said, Sans should probably not look right at Papyrus's arc welding, considering how many eyes he has at this point, so he's going to position himself out of the way on this shelf. It's long distance supervision unless Papyrus has a second artistically designed mask around.]

[Alas no - not one sized for Sans's wider skull, with sufficient space to accommodate wings. So he doesn't bother offering the spare, but gets to work. There's a nonflammable barrier up to catch sparks from flying through the rest of the workshop, at least - Sans can position himself to where he can partially see Papyrus without directly staring at the welding.

Partway through it, in between two sections, Papyrus peers out from behind the barrier to squint at his brother's shelf sprawling.]

Don't get so comfortable you decide you're not trampolining today! I want to test it out. And watch you try to fly. [Partly to point and laugh a little at the first flapping efforts, mostly to make sure he's on-hand if it doesn't work and Sans veers off diagonally from the trampoline. Teleportation or no.]

[That just makes Sans sprawl a little more, stretching out his wings to rest them entirely rather than holding them that little bit up off the shelf.] If I use all my wing energy now I'm not gonna be able to fly at all. [This is strategic comfort.]

That... makes sense. [Slow and without much conviction, but Papyrus yields the possibility that's how it works. The shortcut mild cut was helpful enough to shrug off his usual complaints about laziness, though that reminds him to send Sans a final inspecting glance for signs of continued leaking face. How's that cut doing, brother? Obviously the welder won't be helpful, but maybe a bandage?]

[It is still leaking a little, albeit more sluggishly. A bandage would probably help, though Sans seems to be ignoring it.] Of course it does. Can't fly with ruffled feathers. [So he's staying chill, or something.]

Better not pick fights with birds up there. [Or Sans'll be too ruffled to ignore gravity properly, or something.

Papyrus loiters another couple seconds, fidgeting with the welder in his hand, before finally suggesting:] Hey, Sans, as much as I hate saying this... And I really do... You should, take a break from supervising. And go wash your face. [It's still leaking! Good things about being a robot, instead of a glowing juice container: not too much leaking so far.]

Is it still dripping? [Sans has had so many incidents where he leaks aggressively that a little cut seems like practically nothing. But he stretches his wings carefully, avoiding hitting any of Papyrus's things, and hops down off the shelf.] You finish up welding, I'll slap something over that cut.

[He nods at the question rather than answer aloud, not sure how concerned to be - if Sans didn't even notice the pain, it must not be bad. But it's still at least a little worrying, and beyond that it's gross - he doesn't want glowing brother goo in the workshop.]

Yeah, we'll both bandage up! [That's basically what he's doing with his welding here, after all. But it will almost certainly take longer for him to finish this than for Sans to wipe his face off and stick a bandage on it. If his brother doesn't return by the time he's done with the arm...] And don't go wandering off! I could, use your help when I finish this part.

Leave the supervisor shelf clear for me. [That's what that shelf is now. But that does mean Sans will be back, just via teleportation. He heads off to the bathroom to wash the weird magic blood off his face and grab a bandaid. This actually takes a little longer than it might otherwise, because Sans first has to teleport somewhere to buy them. He opts for ones with fun smiley faces all over them and applies one with yellow smiley faces. But he teleports back to the shelf, just like he said he would. He won't say anything if Papyrus is welding, since Sans knows his teleportation is more startling to Papyrus like this and nobody needs a welding accident to happen right now, but as long as Papyrus isn't handling anything dangerous at the moment, Sans will let him know he's back.] Hey.

Welcome back, and... Wow, nice bandage. [He laughs at the sight, but it's more of a laughing-with than a laughing-at. Mostly. It's a testament to th power of those smiley faces, anyway.]

I have one more to do here... [On the arm, anyway - his torso can wait until he has two arms in working order again.] And! Then! You, uh, mentioned you could give me a hand...?

Yup. [Sans dangles his legs off the shelf.] You need a cool bandaid too? [That is probably not what Papyrus needs, but Sans will still help out.]

I'm sure one couldn't hurt... Did you get any cool designs? [He's not about to agree with this claim that the smiley faces are cool, Sans. Nice, positive, cheer-inducing, but not cool.

They'd need sunglasses for that.]

[Sans fishes the box out of his hoodie. Yeah, he hasn't actually put them away yet. There are orange ones with sunglasses. Aside from yellow and orange, they come in every other color of the rainbow, with each one having a slightly different smiley face design to go with it. This box is for children.] What d'you think?

[Just like all fun bandages are, then. Papyrus leans in closer from around the welding curtain, and grins at the sight of them.] Incredible. I love them. And as soon as we reattach my arm...!

[He's not going to empty the box or anything, but a few of these are going to decorate his arm - in a way that helpfully distracts from the signs of welding.]

[Sans grins.] Glad I could put a smile on your face, bro. [And also on his arm.] So, what d'you need me to do?

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