I... I don't know. [There's too much, and he sniffles before reaching a gloved hand up to wipe his cheekbones again.] Maybe I forgot that too. I get a break from knowing everything today! [Sans's apology can be in the form of a semi-graceful escape from apology town. Tomorrow, of course, will be business as usual, where Papyrus knows best. And is hopefully calmed down a little by then. This heightened state had better not be permanent, or they'll both be upset forever.
[Sans loosens his grip on Papyrus. His own emotions, not nearly as loud as Papyrus's especially today (but maybe not yesterday), are calming down the more it seems like they can just stop talking about this without Sans stepping into any landmines over it. When he finally lets go, he nudges Papyrus's shoulder with his own as he puts space between them again.] Wanna watch TV instead? [There probably isn't a pollination documentary on this morning, but there must be something.]
TV... That's always your suggestion. [Truly the get-out-of-conversation-free card.] But... maybe today's a day for classics. [He can pretend he's crying or laughing or so on at whatever's happening on the screen, instead of admitting to any more heartfelt griefs. It's too bad they can't watch some classic movies or shows from back underground, not without a lot more scouring of his memories and careful video compilation... But even while he gets a fresh wave of grief and nostalgia emerging as tears on his crumpled face, he manages to nod to confirm his agreement.]
[Sans grabs the remote with one of his invisible hands, so the remote looks a little like it's floating. He flicks through channels, skipping anything that looks remotely like a talk show, before landing on some morning cooking show.] Hey, what about this? [His attempt to pander to Papyrus's tastes is not even a little subtle.]
[Sans drops the remote onto the couch in between them and settles into his usual spot, like things are normal and didn't get weirdly emotional for both of them and Sans didn't have to reveal his emotion manipulation powers and everyone is fine. He's gotten pretty good at curling his wings up as a makeshift blanket. That's important.]
You can pick the movie. I kind of want a post-breakfast nap. [Now that the initial surge of energy from the first sunlight of the day has passed, he's reminded that he didn't get a lot of sleep. He could do that now, probably.]
[Papyrus watches the increasingly speedy process of bundling up within wings with a watery smile.] Going right to sleep at the first opportunity, huh...? [He sighs yet again, but it's mostly a laugh. It just goes to show that Sans was surely right about why he got wings. Not for any mystical prophecy reasons, despite that light show in his ribcage - it's so he always has a blanket with him for prime napping opportunities. Besides, it's helpful if he wants to try an incognito nap on the side. He reaches for the remote, then pauses.] Are you closing your eyes immediately...? No vetoing what I select? [If so, there's no need for him to open the schedule on the TV itself, not if Sans isn't watching the process - Papyrus can just check through his phone.]
[Sans gives Papyrus a considering look, though it's not anywhere near as tense as the various looks he's been giving Papyrus over the last couple days and during this latest conversation. No, this is the considering look all siblings have when they consider the merits of allowing something like a "no veto" rule. It's the look every older sibling, no matter how lazy and irresponsible, knows how to make when their younger sibling is requesting something that would give them such nearly unfathomable television power. But it's Papyrus, so Sans's eyes all close after a moment as he wedges more snugly into his corner of the couch.] Yeah, go for it.
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spaghettimonster) wrote2021-07-31 02:32 am
skeleton conundrum, they don't talk feelings when they're having them OR when they're not
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You can pick the movie. I kind of want a post-breakfast nap. [Now that the initial surge of energy from the first sunlight of the day has passed, he's reminded that he didn't get a lot of sleep. He could do that now, probably.]
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