[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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[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

Well! I've been lying here for three days! That's an absurd amount of time to spend doing absolutely nothing! I'm too young to be following in your footsteps!!

[He takes a careful step forward, then another one. Just making sure everything's working the way it should. He's all right, if a bit unsteady on his feet.

He's really bad at staying still, even when he probably should.]

[skelepun]

[Reflexively, Sans rises halfway out of his seat. A commitment to laziness keeps him from making it a complete effort, but the concern is obvious in how his eye sockets pinch slightly in the middle.]

Easy, buddy. There's no rush. I think they've got this place moving pretty alright without us.

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

Be that as it may...

[He takes a couple more steps, stopping once he reaches Sans. He wasn't quite back to full health, and the chance to rest was already welcome.]

...we really shouldn't dawdle! I'm sure the garbage is practically piling up out there, as are my responsibilities!

[He pauses briefly, unsure how to ask what's on his mind.]

Are you all right?

[At least from this vantage point, he can see for himself that the crack in his skull is little more than a closed seam.]

[skelepun]

Me? Of course I'm alright. I'm not the one with the puzzle piece arm over there, bud.

[Speaking of Papyrus's arm, Sans can't quite seem to tear his eyelights off it. Every move Papyrus makes is closely watched, analyzed for any signs of favoring and pain.

As easy as anything, Sans cruises past Papyrus's question completely.]

How's it holding together?

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

It's mending! Really, Sans, it's no worse than that time I fell off the roof!

[Jumped, actually. Because as a kid he thought he could fly if he just got enough altitude first.

He'd definitely kept Sans on his toes as he grew up.

This break is much worse than that one, nowhere near as clean, but between the pie and the concentrated healing from several monsters and crew members, he's on the way to recovery. He holds the arm in the sling a bit closer to his body.]

I'm sure it'll be back to its normal self in no time.

I LOVE THIS BONE SO MUCH UGH

[skelepun]

[Sans remembers that time vividly. Namely, the panic in his gut that came when his little brother's cry rose up like a fire alarm from outside -- the small split in his arm that was so tiny and yet seemed so huge for how it made him feel to look at it.

But most of all, he remembers the warm cinnabunnies they shared afterwards -- a reward for Pap being brave while the innkeeper healed him. No matter what, Papyrus always managed to come through any hardship with a smile on his face. Sans relies on that smile more than he cares to admit.

And while it's comforting to see it now, Sans can't help but be reminded of how it felt to lose it. How close he came to losing it again.]

Yeah, I know. You're tough, bro. [Far tougher than him. Sans doesn't say as much, but the tightness in his voice tells the story.] Maybe give it another day before jumping off another roof though, alright? Better safe than sorry.

both of these bones. cherish them gdi.

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

[Sans doesn't have to say anything. Papyrus knows he's the strength of the two in more ways than the physical sometimes, and he's more than happy to pull his own weight and then some. His brother hasn't been truly happy in a long time, though the change in scenery appears to be helping a little, and he tries hard every day for his sake.

Even now, with Sans's unspoken meaning coming through loud and clear, Papyrus keeps smiling.]

I told you, I fell!

[They both knew the truth, but the story was a little embarrassing to admit to now that he was grown.]

But never fear, brother! I have no intention of falling down again anytime soon.

i know i hate it

[skelepun]

[The double meaning is hard to miss, not when it's thrust right in his face. Sans is struck silent for a few moments, eye sockets noticeably wider as he works through exactly what Papyrus means by falling down and again.]

I, uh... I mean, good. [Shaking his skull with a laugh, Sans tries nobly to school his expression into something more vague.] Not really keen on that either, pal.

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

Naturally!

[Maybe Sans's reaction is a little more than he expected, or maybe he never meant 'falling down' in that sense in the first place. Either way, he pulls right on out of that conversation, raising his voice to its usual decibel level and giving his brother a light slap on the back.

Talking about things was such an effective way to bring trouble to Sans's eyesockets, and it was hard enough to cheer him up sometimes already. No point exacerbating things, especially in the wake of nearly getting them both seriously hurt or worse.]

After all, someone has to stick around and tidy up after you, lazybones!

[skelepun]

Psh, whatever. [Sans snorts, shrugging him off -- though in the process, the nudge turns into a sort of half-bodied hug.] Where would you be without my messes, baby bones?