[As far as Sans can tell, it seems like Papyrus is telling the truth about not having anything else that needs to be fixed up immediately. After a moment, Sans's wings unfold. He stretches, spine popping.]
I can probably walk to the kitchen. [He means that as a joke, but after a moment realizes that considering what happened Papyrus might actually question his ability to do that, so he stands up. He's still a little wobbly, which he didn't expect, but he's on his feet.] See?
...A good first step! [The wobbling was worrying to see, he'd be lying to say otherwise. But the pause to watch and worry was enough to brainstorm a pun to toss out instead of expressing that worry directly, which just helps to keep things as unshadowed as they can.]
Just let me know if you want a chauffeur instead, as I don't need a license to drive in here. [You know, since he's still got wheels instead of proper skeleton-like feet. Only one of them is walking today.]
If you're gonna give me a ride, I'm not gonna turn it down. [Not exactly true--there's a difference to Sans between trying to get Papyrus to carry him around for a joke or out of laziness and Sans having to be carried around--but he remembers how slowly he'd walked to the workshop to begin with and he can still play it off as simple laziness.] Does that make the kitchen a drive-thru?
I guess so...? [Usually the drive-thru situation is a car driving through a series of windows to grab food, not a person on wheels delivering food... Or, actually, some internet archive images say otherwise. As Papyrus locks his wheels up to better figure out a carrying situation, he shoots Sans a text of a few ladies in old-fashioned outfits and rollerskates carrying trays.] Or a roller diner! I hope you remember to tip.
[Huh, that looks like a weird way to get food. The kind of thing Mettaton would have tried to get Burgerpants to do, probably. Sans digs around in his hoodie pockets and pulls out a handful of assorted batteries.] This count?
[Yes, Sans just keeps batteries in his pockets. It's the same as keeping snacks in his pockets, just for Papyrus specifically.]
I mean, I guess so! [Papyrus doesn't hesitate to grab one of them, but he does hesitate to stick it in his mouth, tilting it over to check things like its expiration date.] You really just keep those in your pockets...? With all the other crap in them...?
[As long as teleporting around doesn't cause any of them to explode and leak foamy acid into Sans's hoodie pockets, he's not going to complain.
Where else would I keep 'em? [Sans is not going to carry a bag, it's pockets or nothing unless they get back their dimensional boxes. These batteries are still good--though that probably has more to do with how long batteries last than anything.]
A bag in your pocket. But it's fine!! It's easy to wipe crumbs off them.
[There's a possibility that the reason he's taken to accepting random battery gifts is because they're a healthy-for-him snack that won't easily get crushed in a dirty pocket.]
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I can probably walk to the kitchen. [He means that as a joke, but after a moment realizes that considering what happened Papyrus might actually question his ability to do that, so he stands up. He's still a little wobbly, which he didn't expect, but he's on his feet.] See?
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Just let me know if you want a chauffeur instead, as I don't need a license to drive in here. [You know, since he's still got wheels instead of proper skeleton-like feet. Only one of them is walking today.]
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[Yes, Sans just keeps batteries in his pockets. It's the same as keeping snacks in his pockets, just for Papyrus specifically.]
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[As long as teleporting around doesn't cause any of them to explode and leak foamy acid into Sans's hoodie pockets, he's not going to complain.
...Much.]
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[There's a possibility that the reason he's taken to accepting random battery gifts is because they're a healthy-for-him snack that won't easily get crushed in a dirty pocket.]