[Open] working your fingers to the bones, cause nobody loves you when you're gone

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

Who: Papyrus, Sans, and YOU!
When: March 12th and onwards
Where: Medbay
What: Papyrus had a really bad idea that nearly got himself and Sans killed. Sans put out a call for help. This log is for the general followup/aftermath.
Warnings: Broken bones and hearts, cracked skulls, life draining, will add more if necessary.

((OOC Note: The translator event will affect the skeletons, so anyone tagging in on the 13th will be in for a lively game of charades!))

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[skelepun]

"Nope." Sans shrugs, sighing. "Just figured, y'know, why else come around?"

He smiles a little wider, trying to be a little more friendly. It's not this man's fault things are a little confused right now. Sans can hardly blame him for curiosity.

"I think part of me's a little worried about the captains' response to all this, heh."

[visionarie]

"He was injured." And that's really the only excuse Vision needs. He's not versed in proper human social constructs so he see's why that might not be all that comment. Still, it's his reason. He could do nothing else after coming across the distressed video he'd put out hours before.

He looks at him, curious. "What do you think his response will be?"

[skelepun]

Lucky for them both, neither was Sans.

"Heh... you're a good guy." And he means it, despite himself. Anyone that showed concern for Papyrus, stranger or not, is deserving of high esteem in Sans' opinion. "I'm not really sure. Guess we'll have to wait and see, they've surprised me before."

Sans shrugs again, laughter weaving through his words.

"There's just the little matter of the warning outside the door, barring all from entry. We kinda ignored it. I really don't need any more hold time, and Pap's a boy scout."