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[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.]

Well, I'm really on fire today, y'know?

[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.]

Oh, so it just looks like doing stuff! I see. [It's a very jokingly accusatory tone, which he undermines immediately.] I'm just ribbing you. And, I'll let you know if I get uncomfortable. [Physically, he mostly means. But emotionally would be relevant too, if the odd relaxing feeling fades. Or he notices his own casual skeleton pun.]

[Sans's grin widens a bit when he hears the pun--though, considering Papyrus said it so casually, not in a way that implied he was doing it for Sans's benefit, maybe that's a little weird?--and returns to his not-doing-stuff, straightening out the wires methodically but gently.] This is way easier than doing stuff. [He doesn't have to think too hard about it the same way he doesn't have to work too hard at it. It doesn't entirely stop his mind from ticking away, but it quiets it down a little. Actually, it's working better than usual in that respect right now.]

I guess you have done a lot of stuff today. [Another jokingly begrudging capitulation to letting Sans resume being lazy, for some meaning of lazy. He settles back and tilts his head to consider his brother's wings.] Hmm... Come to think of it, you do neaten them a lot... Do they feel weird? [In general, but he jumps to add:] When they're all ruffled. Or dirty.

I can tell when the feathers are in the wrong places. [Which you'd think wouldn't bother him, considering his general attitudes toward messiness, but it does.] And water soaks in when I don't fix 'em. Then I drip all over the house after I take a shower and you get mad.

[Technically it's an oil redistribution thing that waterproofs the wings, amongst other things, but Sans has absolutely not done any research into bird wings and how they work.]

Because I can't fly over your puddles! [More sincerely indignant, but less so than usual, between the relaxation and a general sense of amusement from somewhere.] And water and human electronics don't mix! [Which is as baffling as it is deeply inconvenient. He has to unplug his phone when he's getting clean, unless he wants to damage it. Thankfully his own body's energy seems to convert to magical electricity...? Some of what he's learned about human electronics going into water is enough to give him nightmares.] I should just build something to help you dry off faster.

You could make a car wash, but for me. [A Sans wash. Put him on a conveyor belt. Sans has finished with Papyrus's shoulder, which means one arm is done, but...] Here, lemme get your other arm, too.

[And before Papyrus can do something reasonable like move, Sans just crawls across Papyrus to get to it. At least he shifts his wings out of the way so as not to whack Papyrus in the head with them. He is just kind of on Papyrus's lap now leaning across him.]

[Papyrus had indeed been thinking of standing to better switch sides, or maybe briefly turning to kneel backwards on the couch. Suddenly, wings are just barely not in his face. There's a lot of questions he could ask as his brother disregards personal space in the middle of the day - including, is Sans drunk? But thanks partly to self consciousness about how metal is even harder than bone, the one that comes out is:] Is-Is that even comfortable??

[...It sound silly as soon as he says it, but it's important to make sure Sans isn't hurting himself or wearing himself out. Enough that instead of pushing his brother off or interrogating him about the weird behavior first thing, Papyrus reaches for a throw pillow to offer.]

Huh? [It takes Sans a moment to realize what Papyrus is referring to. He pauses in his work on Papyrus's other elbow as his mind recognizes something is strange but without immediate reasoning as to why.]

Metal's not that much harder than bone. [Which isn't exactly true; Sans wears shorts and the metal is kind of digging into his legs a bit. But Papyrus seems self-conscious about it. Not that it's showing on his face, so Sans isn't sure where he's getting it from. He's not using his powers, is he? No, that's not it.]

Yes it is?? [Not by much, not compared to fur or flesh or whatnot. But bone's porous, and he's got plenty of experience these days how metal can scrape up bone - and not the other way around. But that's a memory he doesn't want to dwell on, so he grasps for:] Haven't you heard how much louder metal rattles?

[...It's almost a surprise he's not rattling right now, things are off. The maze was a good surprise, and the lingering sense of relaxation from wire neatening is more welcome than he expected. But his confusion with it all is building, especially with the unannounced speed of Sans's sprawling out...]

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