[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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[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.]