[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...]
My cheek just kind of stings. [Like a papercut, though since it's not on his hands it's easier to ignore since it's not like his cheek is particularly mobile.] My wing... Eh, I can feel it, but I got kind of used to them feeling like they're burning. [During those two weeks he was compelled to fully answer things or else suffer, he did a lot of suffering.] I don't think it's that big.
[He has to open up his halo eyes again and tilt his wing again to get a look at it, but it's definitely smaller than the burn he took from Papyrus.]
If you're that used to it, I guess it's fine..? [Papyrus is skeptical enough of his own words that he trails off in a questioning tone. Don't get so acclimated to burning sensations that you don't notice fresh pain, Sans?? Clearly Papyrus is going to need to keep an eye out for his brother, and discourage future 'healing' attempts.
For now, that's enough untwisting of the last clamp for his hand to come free, and he stretches it and turns it here and there to really test the full range of motion. A slight stutter at one point, when he really thinks about how it was just not attached twenty minutes ago... but it smooths out with another experimental gesture.]
Anyway!!! That's all set. I'll clean up in here later, I want to see that trampoline. [Also, he's grabbing that box of bandages to do some decorating, the better to have cool smiley faces instead of blatant welding scars.]
[Sans notices the stutter and wonders if Papyrus will have to dig back into the wiring, but then on the second motion it seems fine. They can go back to the trampoline thing, then.]
Guess we'd better hop to it, then. [Sans will walk with Papyrus to the backyard instead of teleporting. It's important to mix things up sometimes (and also, since he teleported a whole trampoline and then had to go to the store for bandaids, he should probably rest his magic a bit). The trampoline has a safety net and everything, and the net being installed properly is as much proof Sans brought it here premade as his having already said that.
Oh my god. That, is an incredible trampoline. Where did you find it! [Some guy's yard, apparently already for sale - and even more on sale with some obnoxious trickery haggling, he heard. So Papyrus doesn't leave any space for Sans to answer the question, and plows in with other, better questions.]
Did you try it out? Do we even have a basketball...?
[Fashionable shoulderpads are not actual active sportswear, let alone sportsgear.]
[Sans looks very pleased with himself over Papyrus's reaction. Sans knows he's good at getting weird, cool stuff at good prices.] Gave it a couple test bounces before I bought it. [Nothing too dramatic, but enough to know it wasn't going to break.] Didn't come with a basketball, though.
[Too bad, but obviously Papyrus should be the one in charge of acquiring basketballs.]
We'll have to get one. [It's probably illegal to have a basketball hoop without a basketball!] Although... Bouncing a ball while bouncing on a trampoline... It's going to fly all over. Maybe we need a few!
[Or a few dozen, as they fly all over the neighborhood. He's delighted by the prospect, anyway. Life just hasn't been the same without making inconvenient public architecture... and the HOA seems to have a lot more rules than he'd realized, when the real estate agent was being so agreeable with them.]
Sounds like we're really gonna have a ball. [This isn't getting Sans in the air, but it is fulfilling his vital need for talking about extremely stupid but normal things.]
[Papyrus scoffs, as that warrants, and moves towards the trampoline before his brother can pun at him again. He'd be walking on excited tiptoes for at least part of the walk, but with the whole robot thing? There's already a few divots in the yard from metal toes, between the weight and the ground not being frozen or rock enough to deal with it.
...Maybe he should test this trampoline carefully. Papyrus climbs up to it, and presses a hand down a few times to test the springs. Springy.] Hey, Sans, how many humans were using this, anyway?
[Total, or all at once? Well, it doesn't matter, since Sans didn't ask.] Dunno. The guy said kids plural. [There is a tag on it with the weight limit, though.]
Multiple kids, huh? Kids can be pretty weighty... [Their actions, especially so. But a few kids' weight probably adds up. He leans in to examine that tag anyway, and is pleasantly surprised by the number. A good bit more than he weighs, now! Probably more than enough for two skeletons, even if one of them is mostly machinery, and a few balls.]
It looks promising. [He draws it out, a veneer of skepticism mostly for a joke's sake, as he goes to climb up into it.] But! It needs more testing than a couple pokes!
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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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[He has to open up his halo eyes again and tilt his wing again to get a look at it, but it's definitely smaller than the burn he took from Papyrus.]
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For now, that's enough untwisting of the last clamp for his hand to come free, and he stretches it and turns it here and there to really test the full range of motion. A slight stutter at one point, when he really thinks about how it was just not attached twenty minutes ago... but it smooths out with another experimental gesture.]
Anyway!!! That's all set. I'll clean up in here later, I want to see that trampoline. [Also, he's grabbing that box of bandages to do some decorating, the better to have cool smiley faces instead of blatant welding scars.]
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Guess we'd better hop to it, then. [Sans will walk with Papyrus to the backyard instead of teleporting. It's important to mix things up sometimes (and also, since he teleported a whole trampoline and then had to go to the store for bandaids, he should probably rest his magic a bit). The trampoline has a safety net and everything, and the net being installed properly is as much proof Sans brought it here premade as his having already said that.
It's a fifteen-foot trampoline. Sans neglected to mention the attached basketball hoop.]
Whaddyou think?
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Did you try it out? Do we even have a basketball...?
[Fashionable shoulderpads are not actual active sportswear, let alone sportsgear.]
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[Too bad, but obviously Papyrus should be the one in charge of acquiring basketballs.]
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[Or a few dozen, as they fly all over the neighborhood. He's delighted by the prospect, anyway. Life just hasn't been the same without making inconvenient public architecture... and the HOA seems to have a lot more rules than he'd realized, when the real estate agent was being so agreeable with them.]
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...Maybe he should test this trampoline carefully. Papyrus climbs up to it, and presses a hand down a few times to test the springs. Springy.] Hey, Sans, how many humans were using this, anyway?
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