[Sans doesn't hide the glee on his face at the waffle maker. He puts the batter back so Papyrus can finish it.] This is great. I'm gonna put chocolate chips in the eyes. [Are there even chocolate chips?]
[Indeed there are chocolate chips, sealed away in another mason jar. At some point in the last couple weeks, Papyrus got a whole bunch of them to fill with various long-lasting food toppers - the better to make his culinary creations aesthetically pleasing. A reaction to being so bothered by the notion of food for the weeks prior.]
Just the eyes, huh? If you're going for eye lights... We should have whipped cream in the fridge!
[Papyrus would check to confirm it's still in there, but it's not likely Sans went on a 4am fridge spree, and besides - he's busy finishing the batter.]
[Oh, even better.] You've got the best ideas, bro. [Sans tugs the fridge open with his newly (re?)gained gravity magic. The whipped cream floats across the kitchen a few moments later. Once he's gotten the refrigerator closed and the whipped cream on a counter instead of floating around in the air, there's a pause where nothing seems to be happening.]
Huh, guess I still can't use it on myself. [He never has figured out how Papyrus managed that trick.]
Hey, I had to give it a shot just in case. [Wouldn't Papyrus? Though in Papyrus's case, that was something he could already do, but still. Sans hoists himself up onto an empty section of the counter by his ghost spider arms to prove that yes, he can kind of pretend to levitate. Only for a little while, though--Sans's physical strength is not particularly reliable.] I can lift stuff that I could pick up with my normal arms. Couldn't fake levitate for very long.
[Hoisting himself up onto a counter is a bit different from doing a handstand.]
So if you just exercise some more... [It's said in the tone of traditional pestering, rather than an actual suggestion. They both know Sans isn't about to start doing push-ups to lengthen his fake levitating prowess.
But in the meantime, the batter is about ready, and Papyrus hauls the waffle maker to where it can be plugged in and pre-heating.]
You'd have better luck waiting for me to learn to levitate. [Sans will never exercise more, he refuses. Instead, he'll grab that mason jar of chocolate chips to eat some while the waffles are being made. Pre-breakfast snack.]
[Waffle maker going, cooking spray acquired and being applied, a brief unsurprised scowl shot Sans's way for digging around in the chocolate...]
Which you probably can? Think about teleportation, and do the opposite of that! I don't know why it gave you so much difficulty. [It wasn't easy, by any stretch, but in this regard he's not going to play along with Sans's stories of being a lazy incompetent.] I mean, what you're doing now, is it blue magic again? It felt like it.
[Sans, mouth full of chocolate chips, pauses to float the mason jar around a little.] Pretty close. Not exactly the same. Like how I teleport here, real close but not quite.
[Maybe because the source has changed? Given how much glowing he did a few weeks ago it's safe to say he's pretty light-based now. That and quantum physics, which would explain how close some things feel.]
Gravity magic's gravity magic, I guess. Mostly.
[He tries directing it at himself again, but nothing happens.]
[Not for the first or last time, he misses his own magic. The things he's learning to do with electronics and machinery are cool, and if he can build advanced enough things he can start making outright workarounds for some of it... But sometimes his reflexes still trip him up. And being a robot (mostly) is heavy.]
Hey, was picking me up much strain??
[Maybe Sans could glide on his wings, levitating Papyrus along. Good for practice flights, once he gets the miniature rocket booster situation worked out! He finishes with the spray, grabs the batter bowl and starts ladling some in.]
It was easier than trying to pick you up with my arms would be. [Which is not very specific, since Sans hasn't been able to pick up Papyrus like that in years and years.] It's harder than when you were all skeleton, but it's not that bad. Probably'd be worse if you tried to fight it.
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Just the eyes, huh? If you're going for eye lights... We should have whipped cream in the fridge!
[Papyrus would check to confirm it's still in there, but it's not likely Sans went on a 4am fridge spree, and besides - he's busy finishing the batter.]
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Huh, guess I still can't use it on myself. [He never has figured out how Papyrus managed that trick.]
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Not to mention, ghost spider arms. I'm sure you could pretend to levitate, with those. [He hasn't been party to weight limit testing with them.]
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[Hoisting himself up onto a counter is a bit different from doing a handstand.]
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But in the meantime, the batter is about ready, and Papyrus hauls the waffle maker to where it can be plugged in and pre-heating.]
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Which you probably can? Think about teleportation, and do the opposite of that! I don't know why it gave you so much difficulty. [It wasn't easy, by any stretch, but in this regard he's not going to play along with Sans's stories of being a lazy incompetent.] I mean, what you're doing now, is it blue magic again? It felt like it.
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[Maybe because the source has changed? Given how much glowing he did a few weeks ago it's safe to say he's pretty light-based now. That and quantum physics, which would explain how close some things feel.]
Gravity magic's gravity magic, I guess. Mostly.
[He tries directing it at himself again, but nothing happens.]
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[Not for the first or last time, he misses his own magic. The things he's learning to do with electronics and machinery are cool, and if he can build advanced enough things he can start making outright workarounds for some of it... But sometimes his reflexes still trip him up. And being a robot (mostly) is heavy.]
Hey, was picking me up much strain??
[Maybe Sans could glide on his wings, levitating Papyrus along. Good for practice flights, once he gets the miniature rocket booster situation worked out! He finishes with the spray, grabs the batter bowl and starts ladling some in.]
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