"Oh my god, Sans," Papyrus protests, crouching down to check that his brother hasn't hurt himself by topping over like that. "You just woke up from... falling down! What are you trying to use magic for? ...You can't even hear me, can you."
He huffs a sigh, gathering his brother into his arms, and looks around. They'd already been going towards the trailers, so should he finish that, or bring Sans back to the medical tent? While it makes sense for sick and injured people to be in the medical tent, it didn't seem to be helping Sans. With how disoriented and scared he'd been, waking up, maybe somewhere familiar would be better. He might be less likely to do aggressive, energy-exhausting things on waking up in his own bed. Maybe.
...Honestly, who even knows. Papyrus sure doesn't. What's going on with his brother anymore is a mystery to everyone. But somebody's got to make the call.
Nodding decisively to himself, like it helps his confidence to hear his internal narration describe it as decisive, Papyrus strides toward the supervisor's grove... Towards the familiar mystery of Sans and Amethyst's trailer.
He isn't supposed to go in there and clean, so maybe... he shouldn't stick around? But aren't you supposed to have somebody watching when you're sick? What a headache. Maybe he'll luck out, and Amethyst will be in there.
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"Oh my god, Sans," Papyrus protests, crouching down to check that his brother hasn't hurt himself by topping over like that. "You just woke up from... falling down! What are you trying to use magic for? ...You can't even hear me, can you."
He huffs a sigh, gathering his brother into his arms, and looks around. They'd already been going towards the trailers, so should he finish that, or bring Sans back to the medical tent? While it makes sense for sick and injured people to be in the medical tent, it didn't seem to be helping Sans. With how disoriented and scared he'd been, waking up, maybe somewhere familiar would be better. He might be less likely to do aggressive, energy-exhausting things on waking up in his own bed. Maybe.
...Honestly, who even knows. Papyrus sure doesn't. What's going on with his brother anymore is a mystery to everyone. But somebody's got to make the call.
Nodding decisively to himself, like it helps his confidence to hear his internal narration describe it as decisive, Papyrus strides toward the supervisor's grove... Towards the familiar mystery of Sans and Amethyst's trailer.
He isn't supposed to go in there and clean, so maybe... he shouldn't stick around? But aren't you supposed to have somebody watching when you're sick? What a headache. Maybe he'll luck out, and Amethyst will be in there.