Miles had told Papyrus Sans would be here whenever he came back from his power nap, and he'd checked in several times a day out of impatience. When Sans had finally appeared, a full day or so before actually waking up, he'd decided to camp out nearby and wait for him. This had been an impressively long time out even for him, and he was sure to be disoriented. After all, someone had to be the responsible brother, right?
Papyrus normally ran on very little sleep and had energy to spare, but after close to a week of constantly keeping himself moving, distracted, busy, he finally understands what people mean about feeling worn down to the bone. Physically, mentally, he's burnt out. He'd brought a stack of puzzle books to whittle away some of the time, but he'd been stuck on the same word scramble for... he has no idea how long anymore. Letters swim into each other, creating bizarre new hieroglyphics he tries to solve anyway. His brain keeps catching on the same collection of letters, reading them over and over in an exhausted loop, until a familiar voice snaps him out of it.
He lifts his skull and even through his apparent weariness, he grins at the sight of his brother standing around making his usual jokes. Not dusted, not fallen and gone forever, but here and normal and...
"SANS!" Puzzle forgotten, he drops the book and leaps to his feet. "There you are! I... I mean, it's..." There are still some things he doesn't want to talk about, even if the hurt attached to them just became completely irrelevant, and he changes tack. "You absolute, unforgivable lazybones!" Yes, that sounds right. Throw in the petulant footstomping, and it's just like old times. "Where have you been?"
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Papyrus normally ran on very little sleep and had energy to spare, but after close to a week of constantly keeping himself moving, distracted, busy, he finally understands what people mean about feeling worn down to the bone. Physically, mentally, he's burnt out. He'd brought a stack of puzzle books to whittle away some of the time, but he'd been stuck on the same word scramble for... he has no idea how long anymore. Letters swim into each other, creating bizarre new hieroglyphics he tries to solve anyway. His brain keeps catching on the same collection of letters, reading them over and over in an exhausted loop, until a familiar voice snaps him out of it.
He lifts his skull and even through his apparent weariness, he grins at the sight of his brother standing around making his usual jokes. Not dusted, not fallen and gone forever, but here and normal and...
"SANS!" Puzzle forgotten, he drops the book and leaps to his feet. "There you are! I... I mean, it's..." There are still some things he doesn't want to talk about, even if the hurt attached to them just became completely irrelevant, and he changes tack. "You absolute, unforgivable lazybones!" Yes, that sounds right. Throw in the petulant footstomping, and it's just like old times. "Where have you been?"