Sans stops, turning his head to look over at his brother. The Great Papyrus, slumped over in an empty hallway while he dozed. Maybe the guy took after him more than he realized.
... With that disconcerting thought behind him, Sans shucks off his jacket (wait, not his jacket, another one?) and drapes it around Papyrus' front. It's hardly a suitable blanket, but it's cozy enough to make Sans briefly consider joining him.
Instead, Sans snaps a quick picture with his MID. Gyftmas came early this year, and Santa brought him enough blackmail material to keep him nag-free for a week.
After tapping his teeth against Papyrus' skull with an indulgent little click, Sans turns and begins the long walk back to the Nomo Deck. If he's lucky, maybe he'll stop pondering on how unnerving it is to see Papyrus asleep in the middle of the day.
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Sans stops, turning his head to look over at his brother. The Great Papyrus, slumped over in an empty hallway while he dozed. Maybe the guy took after him more than he realized.
... With that disconcerting thought behind him, Sans shucks off his jacket (wait, not his jacket, another one?) and drapes it around Papyrus' front. It's hardly a suitable blanket, but it's cozy enough to make Sans briefly consider joining him.
Instead, Sans snaps a quick picture with his MID. Gyftmas came early this year, and Santa brought him enough blackmail material to keep him nag-free for a week.
After tapping his teeth against Papyrus' skull with an indulgent little click, Sans turns and begins the long walk back to the Nomo Deck. If he's lucky, maybe he'll stop pondering on how unnerving it is to see Papyrus asleep in the middle of the day.
Maybe.