[He's astonished enough by the idea to pause his maze-solving, then pull on his digital connection for more information. All he's seen is advertisements of cartoony hearts and flowers everywhere, nothing about good old fashioned labyrinths... But a few seconds of searching turns up more of the same. Some saint with connections to bees and plagues, still nothing about mazes.]
HMMM. SANS. ARE YOU, BY ANY CHANCE, MIXING UP ROMANCE WITH ROW-MAZE?
[...Okay, it's a more forced pun than he usually opts for. But right now he feels inclined to indulge his brother's sense of humor. Just look at this great maze!]
[No, it really doesn't. But! Then! As family, Sans would know that Papyrus would be more interested in a maze full of fire than a bunch of candy.]
IN THAT CASE, THANKS! I GUESS I SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN YOU SOME CHOCOLATES??? HOPEFULLY THEY'RE STILL ON SALE TOMORROW
[The last message wasn't meant to be texted as much as thought to himself, but one problem with texting with his phone hooked in is that accidental texts do happen sometimes. He could erase the message from his own phone easily, and he could try remotely hacking Sans's phone to delete it there... But it's more trouble than it's worth when Sans is actively reading them. Better to just keep on enjoying this cool maze! And send another shot of Papyrus's view from within it, paused and contemplating a choice of turns.]
[Look at Sans, bringing out the capital letters. Discounted candy is important. Also, for some extremely mysterious reason, he's more excited than he usually is about things.]
[That sudden capslock doesn't look like mocking imitation of Papyrus, but a genuine chocolate enthusiasm. Or maybe sales shopping triumph enthusiasm. Either way, the excitement's infectious.]
OH WOW?? IF YOU'RE THAT EXCITED ABOUT IT, I'M FOR SURE GETTING SOME!
[Maybe he'd be starting out more wary about things, if a different gift had been waiting. But this is a celebration of things he hasn't done much with in ages. The kind of yard display he's talked about doing before, back in Snowdin - and mainly only not done because neighborly complaints. Taking over the town to the locked-off Ruins had been a friendly compromise, and one the dogs didn't mind too much - especially since most were usually deactivated. But it's taking him back, in a good way, and he's focusing on remembering all the twists and turns with more care than most moments. The better to replay this first walk through, later. It's already a very good day.]
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the chocolate isn't as cool as halloween fewer skeletons more soul-shaped boxes or heart-shaped i guess? except i don't think human hearts are actually that shape
[But that's what the humans say. Heart-shaped boxes. Sans is still watching out the window as best he can; putting together maze means he's kind of blocked a lot of the sight lines, but that's okay. He can practically feel how excited Papyrus is. That's definitely not literal and is only metaphorical. Definitely.]
NYEH HEH HEH. I GUESS IT'S TOO MUCH TO ASK, THAT THEY HAVE MULTIPLE SKELETON HOLIDAYS!! MAYBE IF WE MAKE AN AMAZING IMPRESSION.
[Did Sans already make that joke? Well, if he did, it's fine! The maze deserves it. The hand on the wall trick isn't working, which is a degree of care and effort in design that he hadn't expected from his brother. And the yard's a good size, so Sans surely did a lot of work making this happen so quickly!
But Papyrus still has a longer stride and a lot of experience studying puzzle design - before too long, he's approaching the door and the candy there. Is it heart-shaped chocolates, like those comments implied?]
good thing that's the only kind of impression you make
[Yeah, it's impossible to tell anything is up with Sans there. Hyping up Papyrus is what he's always done. The chocolate box is indeed heart-shaped--Sans found a white one, because the red ones made him vaguely uneasy. He also put it point-side up, but that was not intentional so much as that's how he's used to that shape looking. It's not his fault human souls (and hearts, apparently) are upside-down, okay?]
[The lettering's in a weird font, he thinks for a split second, before realizing it's upside down. No wonder it was a little tricky to read. But that drives home Sans's quick and easy graphic design decision, the better to make this chocolate for monsters. Awww. That's more the kind of expression of affection he'd expect, and he makes sure to pick it up still monster-wise before heading in the door.]
Oh my god! How did you put this together?? [Being a bit amped up, he doesn't immediately pause for Sans to reply.] If you scavenged things from the workshop, I completely don't mind, and can replace some other time! Is the fuel for the fire underground?? How hard do you think it would be to randomize the path every day??
[Papyrus's excitement is feeding Sans's, or something. Seeing Papyrus so amped up is definitely even more proof this was the right idea, at least. Sans's feathers all fluff up for a moment and he stretches them a bit--not too much; even with subconscious moments he's gotten used to not hitting things most of the time--before settling them again. It's not totally unheard of for Sans to wave a wing at Papyrus by way of greeting, especially when he's lying down and doesn't want to get up, but this is a much more excited motion than usual.]
I used your tools, but I bought the stuff to make it. The fuel's all sort of one-day only, just in some metal tubes. 'Course, you can definitely figure out how to make 'em more efficient, I mostly just slapped some stuff together until it caught on fire. [He's talking faster than usual, though it's not a match for Papyrus's enthusiasm. Still, notable.]
You slapped it into some very successful fire walls! I'm impressed!! [Yeah, it's a notable level of energy. Somewhat surprising! But, also, understandable. It's a big, surprising creation, and the kind Sans doesn't usually go in for. Makes sense he was this energetic, if he had the energy to go through with putting it together! And maybe that he's still excited now, having done so!
...Still, he makes a mental note of it, of a particularly digital variety. And sets a silent alarm to remind him to think on it, at a late enough hour he should be the only one awake. Not a red one, per se, but a caution. One he's not dwelling on now, because if something is awry, he wants to get a little having fun time in first!! He puts the box on the table, facing the right way, before bouncing onto the couch.] And, that's probably just as well! That it's one-day fuel. It'll be easier to take a look at everything if the fire's off first...
[Sans folds in his wings a little more to give Papyrus space on the couch, which is something he has to do in particular because he's sitting closer to Papyrus than usual.] I got a fire extinguisher, but yeah, it'll run out before tomorrow on its own. [Sans is at least a little more cautious about fire safety than Papyrus. A little.] I can rearrange it for you once you fix the fuel stuff, if you want. [Okay, so the levels of effort involved here are probably moving into the wild range with that offer. Sans leans in to try and steal a piece of chocolate, meanwhile.]
[Papyrus jokingly gestures at the wings to shoo, but doesn't otherwise mind the proximity. He's a little bit overheated, and his fans are running hot, and Sans has already shown a tendency to lean in towards sources of warmth these days. Probably he'll find his brother leaning against him, sooner or later... That offer, though, that's what really surprises him.]
Volunteering to reset a puzzle...? Who are you and what have you done with my brother? [There's no accusation to it, he laughs as he speaks. He isn't quite taking the offer seriously, yet.] Don't tell me, you've got some terrible pun to explain why this is different!
[Sans pauses--that response catches him off-guard, because it really was a genuine offer. It's only a moment's hesitation, though, because Sans can always pull a pun out when he needs to. Brushing against Papyrus as he gets grabby with the candy also helps--he feels less uncertain and more excited again.]
[There's a flicker of uncertainty Papyrus feels, no doubt in response to a briefly off-guard expression from Sans. But his brother puns, and he laughs again. All is well, and the candy will disappear on him if he doesn't grab some himself - so he does, gloves carefully trying to squish it just enough to have bite-sized pieces.]
You've lit up our lives with fresh fuel for fire puns! [He's feeling indulgent and clever, could go back and forth like this for longer than usual. But as he settles back to carefully get one of the chocolate chunks in his mouth, he thinks.] ...I bet it makes a difference, working with not completely frozen soil... Digging in the basement's been loads easier.
[Satisfied only stealing one piece of Papyrus's candy, at least for now, he settles down on the couch next to his brother.] Yeah, it's way easier. Not that I did a lot of digging back home. [Still, he did occasionally at least poke at the dirt with a shovel when Papyrus really harassed him to help. Sans starts fussing with the wiring of Papyrus's elbow, sorting and smoothing them out motions Papyrus might recognize as the ones Sans uses when he's preening his wings. Sans doesn't seem aware he's doing it.] And you don't have to worry about the snow melting and putting the fire out.
[The cleaning motions are a surprise, and Papyrus goes still - partly because it tickles, and he's racing to figure out how to deactivate that without turning off all sensation. What is his brother doing, anyway? Did he get soot on himself, going too close to the fire?] Uh, clear pluses to puzzle design, I won't lie!
[Well, if there is soot, that is getting cleaned off, but it's more that Sans is fixing up any kinks or tangles. It's unlikely they can get too messy, but they are part of a joint and all. He's still completely unaware he's doing it, though.] Still kind of weird to not have snow around, though. It's supposed to be winter right now, right? And winter's supposed to mean snow, at least in most of the books and on TV. But there isn't any here. [Also: Sans is still talking too much.]
[It's baffling to watch and feel, even after he gets the ticklish part shut down. (And flagged for maybe never turning back on, for any of him?) The wires have only so much range of motion, the better to not get pinched in the joint... But it's clear Sans is making little adjustments to reduce the chances of that. Maybe his brother's been reviewing some of the diagrams Papyrus has made of his body...? All of this doesn't completely end the excitement of the maze or surprised delight of Sans building things, but there's a confused watchfulness building as he keeps up the conversation, somewhat slowly.] Maybe the weird air's eating all the snow...? It didn't stop rain, but who knows! Crystals might have been the last straw.
I think it's a climate thing. Like, some places are like Hotland, just without the lava. [Sans knows theoretically how weather works, but San Benedicto is still his first real experience, so thinking about other places is still pretty abstract. Apparently satisfied with Papyrus's elbow wiring, he moves on to the shoulder. There's more range of movement to a shoulder, so it stands to reason there should be more to sort out. Sans's hands don't quite stop moving, but as Papyrus's confusion starts to leak over, he slows down and regards Papyrus with a mirrored confusion that only grows as he realizes he's not actually sure what's confusing him.] Is something up?
[A climate thing makes sense, in so far as he knows or cares about the specifics of such things. It made sense to learn about about what normally causes thunderstorms, the better not to be surprised by them again. And learning about why the length of day changes through the year, that was useful. But a lot of the details don't mean so much, when they've seen so little of the planet. in person. He doesn't pursue the topic, which accidentally gives away his confusion.]
I'm... not sure. You don't usually offer, uh, maintenance help? [Taking some care not to shift that arm, he gestures at his shoulder with the other hand.] I guess, you're in a mood for tinkering with cool devices! Which I can't blame you for, I feel the same all the time! [There's a little tone of offering the theory less out of believing it himself, more testing to see how Sans reacts to it. But he's still mostly feeling curiosity, confusion about this - not alarm. Absentminded cleaning isn't as alarming as smoothie-destroying void brain.]
[A few of Sans's eyes follow Papyrus's gesture, and then his hands do stop moving.] I, uh--heh--don't know why I'm doing that. [Which means he should stop, but the way he moves his hands away is obviously reluctant. Still, he manages it.] I dunno if I'd call it tinkering. [More like preening. But that's weird, right?]
Didn't feel like you were unplugging anything. [He says this as an agreement. Not that Sans could so easily - the wiring largely plugs into things under his plating, out of reach right now. Tinkering would be changing things, while this... kind of wasn't. The yard had been tinkering, and he'd been encompassing them both.] More like dusting, and neatening things. Which... is as surprising from you as the maze! But, it didn't hurt. [Weird, but not alarming alarming, he finds as he examines what he's feeling.]
...Kind of peaceful? [Not a reaction he expected to be feeling, yet there it is. Something had been relaxing as Sans did that.]
Yeah, it's like when I fix my wings sometimes. [He isn't going to call it preening out loud but that's absolutely what it is. Having Papyrus calling it peaceful is something Sans can relate to, though, which means the unease ebbs away again.] It's nice, right? And it doesn't take a lot of energy to do. [So it can't be that weird, right? If it's not weird, maybe he'll get to finish up Papyrus's shoulder.]
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looking cool as always, bro
it's another holiday and i figured you deserved some a-maze-ment
so i called in sick
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[He's astonished enough by the idea to pause his maze-solving, then pull on his digital connection for more information. All he's seen is advertisements of cartoony hearts and flowers everywhere, nothing about good old fashioned labyrinths... But a few seconds of searching turns up more of the same. Some saint with connections to bees and plagues, still nothing about mazes.]
HMMM. SANS.
ARE YOU, BY ANY CHANCE, MIXING UP ROMANCE WITH ROW-MAZE?
[...Okay, it's a more forced pun than he usually opts for. But right now he feels inclined to indulge his brother's sense of humor. Just look at this great maze!]
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heh
nah
it's for friends and family too if you want
[That still has nothing to do with mazes.]
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IN THAT CASE, THANKS!
I GUESS I SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN YOU SOME CHOCOLATES???
HOPEFULLY THEY'RE STILL ON SALE TOMORROW
[The last message wasn't meant to be texted as much as thought to himself, but one problem with texting with his phone hooked in is that accidental texts do happen sometimes. He could erase the message from his own phone easily, and he could try remotely hacking Sans's phone to delete it there... But it's more trouble than it's worth when Sans is actively reading them. Better to just keep on enjoying this cool maze! And send another shot of Papyrus's view from within it, paused and contemplating a choice of turns.]
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they're DISCOUNTED tomorrow
[Look at Sans, bringing out the capital letters. Discounted candy is important. Also, for some extremely mysterious reason, he's more excited than he usually is about things.]
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OH WOW??
IF YOU'RE THAT EXCITED ABOUT IT, I'M FOR SURE GETTING SOME!
[Maybe he'd be starting out more wary about things, if a different gift had been waiting. But this is a celebration of things he hasn't done much with in ages. The kind of yard display he's talked about doing before, back in Snowdin - and mainly only not done because neighborly complaints. Taking over the town to the locked-off Ruins had been a friendly compromise, and one the dogs didn't mind too much - especially since most were usually deactivated. But it's taking him back, in a good way, and he's focusing on remembering all the twists and turns with more care than most moments. The better to replay this first walk through, later. It's already a very good day.]
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fewer skeletons more soul-shaped boxes
or heart-shaped i guess?
except i don't think human hearts are actually that shape
[But that's what the humans say. Heart-shaped boxes. Sans is still watching out the window as best he can; putting together maze means he's kind of blocked a lot of the sight lines, but that's okay. He can practically feel how excited Papyrus is. That's definitely not literal and is only metaphorical. Definitely.]
either way we can stuff the kitchen choco-full
[hehehe]
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I GUESS IT'S TOO MUCH TO ASK,
THAT THEY HAVE MULTIPLE SKELETON HOLIDAYS!!
MAYBE IF WE MAKE AN AMAZING IMPRESSION.
[Did Sans already make that joke? Well, if he did, it's fine! The maze deserves it. The hand on the wall trick isn't working, which is a degree of care and effort in design that he hadn't expected from his brother. And the yard's a good size, so Sans surely did a lot of work making this happen so quickly!
But Papyrus still has a longer stride and a lot of experience studying puzzle design - before too long, he's approaching the door and the candy there. Is it heart-shaped chocolates, like those comments implied?]
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[Yeah, it's impossible to tell anything is up with Sans there. Hyping up Papyrus is what he's always done. The chocolate box is indeed heart-shaped--Sans found a white one, because the red ones made him vaguely uneasy. He also put it point-side up, but that was not intentional so much as that's how he's used to that shape looking. It's not his fault human souls (and hearts, apparently) are upside-down, okay?]
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Oh my god! How did you put this together?? [Being a bit amped up, he doesn't immediately pause for Sans to reply.] If you scavenged things from the workshop, I completely don't mind, and can replace some other time! Is the fuel for the fire underground?? How hard do you think it would be to randomize the path every day??
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I used your tools, but I bought the stuff to make it. The fuel's all sort of one-day only, just in some metal tubes. 'Course, you can definitely figure out how to make 'em more efficient, I mostly just slapped some stuff together until it caught on fire. [He's talking faster than usual, though it's not a match for Papyrus's enthusiasm. Still, notable.]
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...Still, he makes a mental note of it, of a particularly digital variety. And sets a silent alarm to remind him to think on it, at a late enough hour he should be the only one awake. Not a red one, per se, but a caution. One he's not dwelling on now, because if something is awry, he wants to get a little having fun time in first!! He puts the box on the table, facing the right way, before bouncing onto the couch.] And, that's probably just as well! That it's one-day fuel. It'll be easier to take a look at everything if the fire's off first...
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Volunteering to reset a puzzle...? Who are you and what have you done with my brother? [There's no accusation to it, he laughs as he speaks. He isn't quite taking the offer seriously, yet.] Don't tell me, you've got some terrible pun to explain why this is different!
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Well, I'm really on fire today, y'know?
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You've lit up our lives with fresh fuel for fire puns! [He's feeling indulgent and clever, could go back and forth like this for longer than usual. But as he settles back to carefully get one of the chocolate chunks in his mouth, he thinks.] ...I bet it makes a difference, working with not completely frozen soil... Digging in the basement's been loads easier.
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I'm... not sure. You don't usually offer, uh, maintenance help? [Taking some care not to shift that arm, he gestures at his shoulder with the other hand.] I guess, you're in a mood for tinkering with cool devices! Which I can't blame you for, I feel the same all the time! [There's a little tone of offering the theory less out of believing it himself, more testing to see how Sans reacts to it. But he's still mostly feeling curiosity, confusion about this - not alarm. Absentminded cleaning isn't as alarming as smoothie-destroying void brain.]
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...Kind of peaceful? [Not a reaction he expected to be feeling, yet there it is. Something had been relaxing as Sans did that.]
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let me edit that last line: he's generally in a good mood right now, it won't last long
you're right
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we have strapped rocket boosters to the paranoia spiral
pchoooo
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you ever spend an hour rereading threads
yes, it's a good pasttime
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some days, a tag is just a skeleton blue screening a little. sometime that's the hook
this is a good day for it
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in which papyrus needs to internal monologue to encompass multiple trains of thought
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