[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!
Better leave it to you. If you attest to its quality, then I'll know I picked out a good one. [Heheheh. Sans is still just leaning up against the trampoline. He is never going to get into the air at this rate.]
[With an obligatory scoffing noise, Papyrus sets to hopping. In a promising start, the trampoline doesn't simply tear underfoot. His hopping is relatively graceless at first, between this being an unfamiliar sort of motion, and a very unfamiliar motion in his mechanical body. But once he starts to get the rhythm of when to jump again, he starts building height.]
Oh my god!! [Boggling as he easily enters dunk height on the basketball hoop, despite the weight of the metal, Papyrus twists to see where his brother's at.] Sans! Look how high I'm getting, even with...! You can go way higher, I bet!
[With how high Papyrus is getting and the much larger weight difference between them now, Sans is kind of imagining that if he got on the trampoline right now Papyrus would rocket him into the stratosphere or something.] Hey, it's workin' pretty well. Should I try gettin' on now? [Or should he wait for Papyrus to finish up?]
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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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Oh my god!! [Boggling as he easily enters dunk height on the basketball hoop, despite the weight of the metal, Papyrus twists to see where his brother's at.] Sans! Look how high I'm getting, even with...! You can go way higher, I bet!
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