[It better not have been happening this whole time. Instead of thinking about that, Sans is going to go lay on the couch forever, or at least for right now.]
WOW! THAT'S DEFINITELY, A BRIGHT SIDE THAT YOU'RE LOOKING ON! GOOD JOB, I THINK.
[Not one he would suggest, but whatever floats Sans's boat! And mood. And anything else in need of floating.
If Sans has already collapsed on the couch, he'll hear the clattering of things in the kitchen, as Papyrus there immediately on confirming they'd be hanging out.]
and they said i couldn't do it [And they were right; Sans is terrible at optimism.]
[Sans perks up a little at the sound of clattering in the kitchen and rethinks his laying on the couch forever plans. He briefly entertains the idea of teleporting himself and the couch into the kitchen, but he doesn't think there's anywhere in the kitchen to put the couch without breaking something. He guesses he'll walk into the kitchen like a normal person.]
kitchen probably not big and empty enough for that, alas for sans
[That said, he really isn't sure how to spin that... barebones, let's face it - sentiment into something more positive. So he doesn't fuss about doing so beyond shooting off that text, and continuing his work in the kitchen. Sans arrives to the sight of various junk food getting pulled out and arranged, the better to be on a huge platter to bring to the living room.]
add that to the list of potential house renovations
[Sans gets as far as leaning on the doorway of the kitchen. While in general every day that passes since Sans got part of his soul eaten has had Sans looking a tiny bit better, today he looks exhausted all over again. Still, he's not wobbling on his feet. Physically he's still improving, even if mentally he's got something else to worry about.]
[Papyrus startles at the noise, and visibly checks Sans over for signs of stress or pain. That exhaustion is noted, and the lean against the doorway. But at least he's not wobbling, and the mysterious soul sounds aren't audible from the counter.]
...Hey! You're already back. Short notice, I'm throwing a "welcome back from surprise news" party, for you. [It's more Sans-favored food than Papyrus usually touches at once handling groceries, let alone serving. He's concerned, for all the health side of the bill hasn't mentioned any concerns yet, so he's giving a little leeway.]
Great, I love parties. [Sort of. He likes going to parties he can leave whenever he wants, specifically. But parties that are just him and Papyrus where Sans gets to eat a lot of junk food are great no matter what.] Took a shortcut back. It worked out okay.
[Obviously, since Sans is here. Still, it's no secret his magic is part of what needs to recover.]
Glad to see it!! Though, I guess I know where you were... [And Sans surely has him listed as his emergency contact, in the case that he'd fainted while still at the doctor's - which was something of a concern, Papyrus can privately admit to himself. What if Sans had mis-aimed the shortcut and wound up somewhere else, though...? At least the tracker probably could have sent out an alert, if it ever noticed there was a problem.]
Anyway, not that you ever need to, but brace yourself for terrible food! I'm waiving all culinary advice today. [Which is probably not a sign of the end of the world, but who knows.]
[With that amount of junk food, Sans is pretty sure Papyrus is worried about him. Call it a hunch.] Should I go brace myself back on the couch? [You know, for extra bracing power. Even if he did get up and walk over here, he really would rather be on the couch.]
Yeah, unless you don't want to watch this movie I found. [Papyrus is pulling out several of the stops, including another emergency stash entertainment option. They can think about thinking about mystery soul problems later.]
[If Papyrus is providing all these distractions, Sans is absolutely going to take them.] Guess I've gotta now, huh? [He walks back to the couch to drop himself into his usual spot. Maybe he'll get another nap in before he has to answer any difficult questions from anyone about his whole soul thing.]
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A BRIGHT SIDE THAT YOU'RE LOOKING ON!
GOOD JOB, I THINK.
[Not one he would suggest, but whatever floats Sans's boat! And mood. And anything else in need of floating.
If Sans has already collapsed on the couch, he'll hear the clattering of things in the kitchen, as Papyrus there immediately on confirming they'd be hanging out.]
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[Sans perks up a little at the sound of clattering in the kitchen and rethinks his laying on the couch forever plans. He briefly entertains the idea of teleporting himself and the couch into the kitchen, but he doesn't think there's anywhere in the kitchen to put the couch without breaking something. He guesses he'll walk into the kitchen like a normal person.]
kitchen probably not big and empty enough for that, alas for sans
[That said, he really isn't sure how to spin that... barebones, let's face it - sentiment into something more positive. So he doesn't fuss about doing so beyond shooting off that text, and continuing his work in the kitchen. Sans arrives to the sight of various junk food getting pulled out and arranged, the better to be on a huge platter to bring to the living room.]
add that to the list of potential house renovations
Getting ready for a party?
dreams of kitchen couch.......
...Hey! You're already back. Short notice, I'm throwing a "welcome back from surprise news" party, for you. [It's more Sans-favored food than Papyrus usually touches at once handling groceries, let alone serving. He's concerned, for all the health side of the bill hasn't mentioned any concerns yet, so he's giving a little leeway.]
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[Obviously, since Sans is here. Still, it's no secret his magic is part of what needs to recover.]
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Anyway, not that you ever need to, but brace yourself for terrible food! I'm waiving all culinary advice today. [Which is probably not a sign of the end of the world, but who knows.]
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