[There's a clatter from the kitchen, followed quickly by Papyrus's voice:] Sans! Hello! I'm in here.
[There's no footsteps of heading out to welcome him in - Sans isn't a house guest, he's a brother, and Papyrus gave him that key with the knowledge that it would lead to surprise visits. Anyway, they haven't been in this town like this long enough that the separate houses don't still seem strange. It's more familiar for Sans to show up without calling, walking in like he lives there.
Over in the kitchen, Papyrus is crouching just low enough to stare intently at a glass bowl on the countertop. The whole stretch of the counter from there to the sink is cluttered with little boxes and mixing bowls and a casserole dish, some of them open or with things inside, along with a pack of synthetic food dyes. The smell of gelatin fills the air.]
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[There's no footsteps of heading out to welcome him in - Sans isn't a house guest, he's a brother, and Papyrus gave him that key with the knowledge that it would lead to surprise visits. Anyway, they haven't been in this town like this long enough that the separate houses don't still seem strange. It's more familiar for Sans to show up without calling, walking in like he lives there.
Over in the kitchen, Papyrus is crouching just low enough to stare intently at a glass bowl on the countertop. The whole stretch of the counter from there to the sink is cluttered with little boxes and mixing bowls and a casserole dish, some of them open or with things inside, along with a pack of synthetic food dyes. The smell of gelatin fills the air.]