[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...?
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.
[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.]
Well! Wait a minute, I need to finish this last spot. [Papyrus doesn't just turn to do so, though. He wants Sans to be prepared for helping, really prepared, as much as he can from here.] And then...
It's not need. [He blusters this, a little defensive and still uncomfortable. The thing about welding behind the curtain is, he still hasn't gotten used to any non-roboticists looking in at the intricacies of his robotic parts.] I could do it myself. I was ready to do it myself! But since you're offering... it'll be faster, if you help me screw a few spots in place. And connect a few wires.
[Papyrus seems so defensive about this, though Sans can't blame him. Sans doesn't look at anything underneath his shirt more than he absolutely has to, and he's not in a hurry to go show it to other people. Sans keeps his own tone casual, like Papyrus was asking him to go grab something from the kitchen. See, it's fine. Nobody has to be nervous about this.] Yeah, sure, I've done that kind of thing before. Won't even use duct tape to hook up the wires.
[Really, he'd never take a shortcut with Papyrus's arm. But see, he's joking. This is all fine.]
Thanks. [Voice dry with sarcasm and gratitude, all mixed together in an awkward smoothie. An unsmoothie.] You better not, I don't need to be a duck too.
[In addition to being a robot, he means, but also a little bit that Sans is the duck of the two of them - with those wings and feathers - and they don't need two skeleton ducks. He exaggerates an eyeroll for show, then turns back to the welding to get the last piece in place. By now he's gotten a system for these, and it doesn't take long before he very intentionally puts the torch up on a (small, non-supervisory) shelf and hangs up the welding mask.]
[Sans hops down from the shelf again as Papyrus hangs up the mask.] Alright, point me toward the wires and screws and I'll get quackin'. [Yes, he did hold that stupid pun in reserve until Papyrus was done welding.]
[Papyrus laughs just a little too long, startled enough to slip in his efforts to hide his nerves. He masks it with a more triumphant cackle as he drags a stool over and settles down on it, leaning against the workstation to settle his shoulder against the detached arm's base.]
The main screws first, so it... stays in place, while we do some wiring. [After all, burning a wire gave him more than enough of a burning sensation. If anything stretched a wire to the breaking point... Well, he doesn't need that sensation.]
[Sans ambles over, examining the base to see exactly where he's going to be reattaching things. Screwing in some things should be simple, but Sans is actually invested in doing this correctly, so better to take a look first. He can do this, no problem. Still, this is far from the first time he's wished Alphys were here to help out.]
Got it. [Sans reaches for the screws to start putting them back in. He knows Papyrus took his arm off himself, but he can't help but think it must have been a really awkward angle to work on alone.]
[For all his defensive nerves about Sans looking too closely at this, there's relief in Papyrus's posture too, especially as Sans starts to help. It was an awkward angle to work alone, especially since his arm had been - seemingly - burning.]
Oh, leave that one alone. I couldn't get at the wires when that was on... [The casing for that part is still resting on the table, and there's a few smaller scratches on it - as if a shaking hand had missed with the screwdriver a few times.] Then, the red wire seems to be movement, and the blue sensation...
[Relieved, but also a certain focused calm, as his thoughts focus in on the design and mechanisms, recalling the photos he'd taken with the camera.]
[Sans hums a noise of acknowledgment as he focuses on the tasks at hand, listening for instructions from Papyrus but mostly making sure he's putting things in the right places and not stripping any screws.] So, blue last? [That's how Sans would do it if it was his own arm, anyway.]
...Yeah, that's probably best. Feeling it when it can't move would be weird! [There's a degree that'll be the case anyway, with the clamps holding it steady, but at least he'll be able to wiggle the fingers. Which... he'll avoid watching, while the sensory feedback's inactive. It just makes it that much more difficult to identify with.]
[Sans nods and gets to work. He does it without making quips, even, which is probably the best proof he's taking this seriously. Since he doesn't have to work at the angle Papyrus would have had to doing this to himself, he can get the job done quickly enough. He does pause after each step to make sure Papyrus is alright with how things are going, though.]
[With the ongoing quiet check-ins, the step-by-step repair process, their roles in this whole thing have reversed: now Papyrus is the supervisor. And for all that sitting there anchored to the table gives a jittery edge to his instructions with each pause, there's that focused calm too. Watching the progress, pitching in to the repairs, it's soothing.
They reach the point of reattaching wires, starting with the reds - one he identifies as the main wire, a couple more redundant or backup. As each gets re-attached to the best of their knowledge, Papyrus glances away and tests tapping the fingers down on the table - the knocking sound at his intent, without any sensation back, it's like sending attacks down on the table. So strange.]
[While Papyrus is tapping on the table to check his movement is working, Sans does spare a hand to tap out the first half of shave and a haircut for Papyrus to finish.]
[Papyrus makes an amused sound and goes along with it, ending with a louder tap tap than intended. Whoops. Everything's in good working order for him to get the pacing down, but it's harder to gauge how much pressure to use when his arm is... numb.]
Seems like it! But the real test is sensation... Time to know how good your transfer-healing thing worked. [If the healing was only superficial, he'll have burning arm syndrome again... At least with things still open, it'll be easy to disconnect if need be.]
[Sans reconnects the blue wires. He's especially careful with these, but also as quick as he can be within those limits, since Sans isn't sure how half-wired sensation would come across but he can only imagine something like when you bang your elbow on a table and that's unpleasant. He lingers close in case he needs to disconnect it again, though.]
[If he was attentive before, Papyrus is downright focused on this part, making sure they know exactly which connections to make. He doesn't grimace through the process, though the different wires do bring sections at a time back to sensitivity, and it's as peculiar a sensation as Sans might guess.]
It is... not burning. So I guess your thing's helpful! [Good job healing, Sans. This isn't to say that it feels better, per se. The clamps are a fair amount of pressure, and now that his arm's fully online he feels trapped, enough to shudder briefly. And beyond that...] A little bit, uh... sensitive. Things are too exposed! Let's get those clamps off, and teamwork the rest of the casing.
I'd feel cheated out of healing magic if it didn't even stop pain. [Never mind that this kind of healing has very limited applications unless he wants to hurt himself all the time. Sans moves to help unclamp Papyrus's arm. What is this like--putting the rest of the bone back over marrow? Putting skin on, maybe, except neither of them had skin to begin with.]
[Papyrus doesn't volunteer answers to the comparisons, being close to his limit on confiding the computery challenges his life poses these days. Instead he hums contemplatively.]
How bad does it feel, now? Did you just... transfer it all over to you? [His brother hadn't noticed the burn right away, does that mean something about the transferal, or something about Sans..?] Or was there da-- uh, did it, shrink. [Data loss, he stops from saying. In the way of frequently copied files gathering errors with each replication. If there's a way to prevent the copying part, to just lose the injury in transit...]
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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.
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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...?
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They'd need sunglasses for that.]
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[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.]
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It's not need. [He blusters this, a little defensive and still uncomfortable. The thing about welding behind the curtain is, he still hasn't gotten used to any non-roboticists looking in at the intricacies of his robotic parts.] I could do it myself. I was ready to do it myself! But since you're offering... it'll be faster, if you help me screw a few spots in place. And connect a few wires.
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[Really, he'd never take a shortcut with Papyrus's arm. But see, he's joking. This is all fine.]
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[In addition to being a robot, he means, but also a little bit that Sans is the duck of the two of them - with those wings and feathers - and they don't need two skeleton ducks. He exaggerates an eyeroll for show, then turns back to the welding to get the last piece in place. By now he's gotten a system for these, and it doesn't take long before he very intentionally puts the torch up on a (small, non-supervisory) shelf and hangs up the welding mask.]
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The main screws first, so it... stays in place, while we do some wiring. [After all, burning a wire gave him more than enough of a burning sensation. If anything stretched a wire to the breaking point... Well, he doesn't need that sensation.]
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Got it. [Sans reaches for the screws to start putting them back in. He knows Papyrus took his arm off himself, but he can't help but think it must have been a really awkward angle to work on alone.]
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Oh, leave that one alone. I couldn't get at the wires when that was on... [The casing for that part is still resting on the table, and there's a few smaller scratches on it - as if a shaking hand had missed with the screwdriver a few times.] Then, the red wire seems to be movement, and the blue sensation...
[Relieved, but also a certain focused calm, as his thoughts focus in on the design and mechanisms, recalling the photos he'd taken with the camera.]
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They reach the point of reattaching wires, starting with the reds - one he identifies as the main wire, a couple more redundant or backup. As each gets re-attached to the best of their knowledge, Papyrus glances away and tests tapping the fingers down on the table - the knocking sound at his intent, without any sensation back, it's like sending attacks down on the table. So strange.]
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Wires good so far?
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Seems like it! But the real test is sensation... Time to know how good your transfer-healing thing worked. [If the healing was only superficial, he'll have burning arm syndrome again... At least with things still open, it'll be easy to disconnect if need be.]
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How's that?
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It is... not burning. So I guess your thing's helpful! [Good job healing, Sans. This isn't to say that it feels better, per se. The clamps are a fair amount of pressure, and now that his arm's fully online he feels trapped, enough to shudder briefly. And beyond that...] A little bit, uh... sensitive. Things are too exposed! Let's get those clamps off, and teamwork the rest of the casing.
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How bad does it feel, now? Did you just... transfer it all over to you? [His brother hadn't noticed the burn right away, does that mean something about the transferal, or something about Sans..?] Or was there da-- uh, did it, shrink. [Data loss, he stops from saying. In the way of frequently copied files gathering errors with each replication. If there's a way to prevent the copying part, to just lose the injury in transit...]
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