[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]

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?