[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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[inruins]

The phrasing is deliberate, they still haven't discussed how or why Sans doesn't seem to remember. Toriel suspects the longer they're here, the less likely she is to get an answer.

She shifts, gently dipping down to press a quick peck to his forehead. The monster equivalent for those without lips. A simple nose bump against his forehead. "If not for me, if not for you, keep Papyrus safe. He deserves so much more than we can give."

She stands again, "It also means eating monster food that can heal you instead of pretending you didn't hear me." Sans wasn't going to leave this conversation without her stating as much.

[skelepun]

"Yeah... I know."

The push of her muzzle is softer than Sans thought it would be, almost like a stuffed animal or plush velvet. Most of what monsters fish out in the dumb is waterlogged and made coarse, but Toriel feels fresh and new and smells like laundry.

Sans tries not to linger too much on any one of those observations. He's a scientist, or he was. It's automatic at this point, noticing little things like that.

That fact, unfortunately, means he's forced to also note how much he was leaning towards her when Toriel finally pulled away. Enough to make him nearly stumble forward half a step. Sans catches himself, brow smoothing with a smile.

"Heh... you caught that, huh?"

[inruins]

At the stumble she finds herself reaching out to right him, too late as he catches himself easily. She is reluctant to part from him now. There is comfort in proximity. A quiet promise of friendship, one she can't quite find herself letting go of.

"It's hard not to, Sans." Her hands finds a familiar enough place on his shoulder. "Considering it was my pie and I'd rather you eat some of it to heal as well." She rubs her face with her free hand. A vague touch of humor rises to the surface. "I can't believe Frisk still had it..."

[skelepun]

"Well, if you have a slice on ya, I'd be more than happy to make it up to you. Or maybe we can ask Frisk. I'm pretty sure that kid saves everything." Sans tried for teasing, and while it didn't quite land, it felt better to talk this way. Healthy or not, the tension in his magic faded out by degrees the longer they spent talking about something that wasn't the obvious gulf of happiness in them both.

Maybe another time, but for now? Sans was spent enough to sleep again, if given half the chance.

"N' hey, uh. Thanks for visiting, T." He's still close, enough to feel the slight warmth of her body against his comparatively cold cheekbone. For a brief, wild moment, Sans wonders if she would be offended if he gave her a peck in return. Out of friendship, to show her how grateful he was, rather than using just his wholly insufficient words.

Instead, the pause stretches out a hair too long and Sans takes a step back towards the ward.

"I know it's kinda corny, but it's really great your here." And, as if terrified the moment is about to get too sincere: "Thanks for lending me your ear."

[inruins]

She audibly snorts at that, even if the teasing doesn't land, Toriel goes with it. "That child of mine. I'm sure they still have everything in their pockets." Her hand drifts upwards to brush carefully against his skull. "Would giving you any of my magic help-? I can tell you've been healed, but still."

Toriel isn't as afraid of silence, it was her world once. A little more of it wouldn't hurt her. "You don't have to thank me. I'm here, for both of you." She laughs more warmly at the joke, smiling down at him.

[skelepun]

"Nah, nah, it's cool, don't worry about it. The healers here are actually pretty good at their jobs. This is just..."

Sans trails off, gesturing lazily to himself with a smile.

"This is just how I am. No big deal."

[inruins]

The boss monster shakes her head, once again reaching out to the skeleton monster. When her hand settles finds Sans once again, she brushes her fingers across his skull carefully. Sans is likely to feel the slight warmth of her magic.

"I'm just prone to worry. It seems to be what I do best." She jokes simply back, "I trust the healers here. I'll just consider this a 'pick me up' for you."

sorry for the delay, busy weekend!

[skelepun]

"Heh, well, if it makes you feel better."

It's a vague dismissal, and one Sans immediately undermines by how he leans into her touch. It feels nice and, as has been proven over and over again, Sans has a bit of a bad habit when it comes to indulging in the path of least resistance.

At least in this case, that path comes with a fresh wash of comfort.

"Thanks, T."

[inruins]

Her paw pads settle gently against his skull as magic freely flows towards him. She knows it won't do much for his HP, but it will at least be a boost after all the magic he's used today.

"You're welcome." She smiles down at him, "Just tell me when you're ready to stop."

[skelepun]

Sans settles back, letting his ribs rise and fall once, then twice, then...

Well, it doesn't take much to knock him out on a good day. In this case, it's impressive he lasted all of two seconds before the sound of soft snores took over.