[Well, that's not something that Sans was thinking about even a little. A reminder that he has to eat is a reminder that he isn't really supposed to be made of quantum physics, and therefore it gets the most normal reply so far.]
[Given the context of everything going on and everything Sans is doing now, he genuinely can't tell if that's could in the sense of isn't full, or could in the sense of is capable of eating.]
\E5OKAY WELL./IF I NEED TO&SET REMINDERS,&TELL ME THAT./
[Even Papyrus is eating, although he's switched pretty exclusively to batteries and bits of metal and multivitamin supplements rather than food. The last thing they need is Sans wasting away into permanent intangibility, or something.]
not the food i'm bringing anyway still doing it though
[As far as he knows, Maka is human, so he's assuming the not eating is stress-related and not because of the thing underground. Well, not directly; the thing underground did obviously do something to her dad, and thus is also the cause of her stress, but in a different way from the monsters.]
[As they text, he leaves the workshop to go in the kitchen for only the second time in a week. His new headpiece covers his expression pretty well, the outer casing obscures his posture. But Sans can surely make out the sight of Papyrus bracing himself to look in the fridge, and confirm that there's food in it.]
\E3IT'S INCREDIBLE&TO ME,/HOW YOU'RE&BRINGING FOOD&FOR HER.../YET NOT THINKING&TO EAT ANYTHING&YOURSELF?/
[It's not like Sans is disgusted by the sights of the fridge's contents, is he? But most than that, this is all a somewhat exaggerated performance, the better to keep drawing his brother's attention back to stupid, mundane sorts of things that have nothing to do with not-dead bodies.]
[But even though Sans is texting this he is now in the kitchen. This time his has way too many wings and eyes to the point you can't really see Sans underneath all of them, assuming his normal body is still there. He's sort of drifting around the kitchen, though, like he hasn't totally realized he's there yet.]
[Oh, ugh. That's way too many wings and eyes, Sans why? Papyrus backs up and holds the fridge door open, in case his levitating wings of a brother will get interested in the food if it's more visible. (Does the door even make a difference, visibility-wise, if Sans is 'everywhere'?)]
\E3OKAY, BUT I&STILL NEED&SOME NUTRIENTS./NOT JUST&ELECTRICITY./
[Sans drifts toward Papyrus, though, as he continues texting answers, it's now clear he really doesn't know he's in the kitchen at all. Which might explain why he is all wings and eyes even knowing Papyrus doesn't really like all that organic stuff right now.]
is battery acid a nutrient?
[What kind of nutrients does he need now? Sans hasn't stopped to think about it at all. Of course, he hardly stopped to think about that kind of thing when he was a regular skeleton.]
[Okay, door closed it is. Sleep texting and flying are new (he thinks), but it's nice to see Sans recognizes him and wants to hang out even in this state. Somewhat nice. some kind of reassuring, at least.]
\E2NO, MORE LIKE&A CONDIMENT.&CARRIES CHARGE./
[Or like something with a soft filler, a donut or something. Which isn't a hint for Sans to try smearing battery acid in anything he eats, dripping light or no!]
[Sans drifts right into Papyrus. He's not entirely solid, but not entirely intangible, either; it's somewhere between sticking your hand in water and sticking it into jello. Either way, Sans startles and bounces back.]
You're here. [There's a little pause, as he considers his own statement.] I'm here. [He sure is.]
[And to waking physical reality, he guesses. Very slowly, a clearly ongoing process. He hadn't expected a collision - or for Sans to feel so very much like he imagines ghosts would feel like, if they weren't being intangible - but maybe it's just as well.]
Right. [Sans looks over at the refrigerator. It looks a little like he's reacquainting himself with the layout of the kitchen. Finally, he drops onto the ground, standing on two feet again. He's made of somewhat fewer wings now. Speaking of wings, he's finally aware of them too, it seems, because:]
Heh, sorry, this probably isn't great for you, huh? [Sans isn't quite ready to give up on all the wings, but like a trick of the light they shift to something resembling small solar sails. There. Non-organic. Sans likes the feathers better, but he can compromise.]
[He was here to look at the food, despite himself, on Sans's behalf. But if Sans is here - mentally and physically - enough to look at the food himself, that's that's handled. Papyrus glances over at his brother, and takes in the sight of the changed wings with a surprised start, and something in his posture relaxes.]
\E2BUT YES,&THAT'S BETTER./
[For Papyrus to look at, anyway. Things like Sans's fondness for his wings as they are/were, he pushes out of mind.]
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[Just throwing out all the possible... if not solutions, then ways to keep Sans from getting worse faster.]
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uh
i guess i could
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[Given the context of everything going on and everything Sans is doing now, he genuinely can't tell if that's could in the sense of isn't full, or could in the sense of is capable of eating.]
\E3IF YOU CAN'T&EAT ANYMORE,&TELL ME./
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i just wasn't really thinking about it
i'm not hungry
[Mutual confusion.]
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[Even Papyrus is eating, although he's switched pretty exclusively to batteries and bits of metal and multivitamin supplements rather than food. The last thing they need is Sans wasting away into permanent intangibility, or something.]
\E3YOU SAID&MAKA'S NOT&EATING EITHER?/
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still doing it though
[As far as he knows, Maka is human, so he's assuming the not eating is stress-related and not because of the thing underground. Well, not directly; the thing underground did obviously do something to her dad, and thus is also the cause of her stress, but in a different way from the monsters.]
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\E3IT'S INCREDIBLE&TO ME,/HOW YOU'RE&BRINGING FOOD&FOR HER.../YET NOT THINKING&TO EAT ANYTHING&YOURSELF?/
[It's not like Sans is disgusted by the sights of the fridge's contents, is he? But most than that, this is all a somewhat exaggerated performance, the better to keep drawing his brother's attention back to stupid, mundane sorts of things that have nothing to do with not-dead bodies.]
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[But even though Sans is texting this he is now in the kitchen. This time his has way too many wings and eyes to the point you can't really see Sans underneath all of them, assuming his normal body is still there. He's sort of drifting around the kitchen, though, like he hasn't totally realized he's there yet.]
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\E3OKAY, BUT I&STILL NEED&SOME NUTRIENTS./NOT JUST&ELECTRICITY./
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is battery acid a nutrient?
[What kind of nutrients does he need now? Sans hasn't stopped to think about it at all. Of course, he hardly stopped to think about that kind of thing when he was a regular skeleton.]
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\E2NO, MORE LIKE&A CONDIMENT.&CARRIES CHARGE./
[Or like something with a soft filler, a donut or something. Which isn't a hint for Sans to try smearing battery acid in anything he eats, dripping light or no!]
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You're here. [There's a little pause, as he considers his own statement.] I'm here. [He sure is.]
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[And to waking physical reality, he guesses. Very slowly, a clearly ongoing process. He hadn't expected a collision - or for Sans to feel so very much like he imagines ghosts would feel like, if they weren't being intangible - but maybe it's just as well.]
\E2HOME OF&MANY SNACKS,&AS YOU KNOW./
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Heh, sorry, this probably isn't great for you, huh? [Sans isn't quite ready to give up on all the wings, but like a trick of the light they shift to something resembling small solar sails. There. Non-organic. Sans likes the feathers better, but he can compromise.]
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[He was here to look at the food, despite himself, on Sans's behalf. But if Sans is here - mentally and physically - enough to look at the food himself, that's that's handled. Papyrus glances over at his brother, and takes in the sight of the changed wings with a surprised start, and something in his posture relaxes.]
\E2BUT YES,&THAT'S BETTER./
[For Papyrus to look at, anyway. Things like Sans's fondness for his wings as they are/were, he pushes out of mind.]