[With no greeting, no distracted answer, just a silent staring, Papyrus wonders if it's just a crazy coincidence. Sometimes people look like other people. And in this place, with people from all kinds of places? That's probably going to happen a lot!
He's halfway to apologizing for the misunderstanding when the skeleton vanishes. And that banishes any uncertainty; nobody can just disappear like that, except Sans.]
Hey! I was talking to you!
[The doorway doesn't respond, and Papyrus scowls at it.
But thinking over the picture now in his memory... It was, but wasn't Sans. The way he stood, those glowing marks on bone... Did paperwork somehow mean something else, the way shortcut and vacation do? Then what were those things Papyrus signs from time to time...?
Something to ask his brother about, when he catches him. No way Sans won't be napping around somewhere in the next few days.]
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He's halfway to apologizing for the misunderstanding when the skeleton vanishes. And that banishes any uncertainty; nobody can just disappear like that, except Sans.]
Hey! I was talking to you!
[The doorway doesn't respond, and Papyrus scowls at it.
But thinking over the picture now in his memory... It was, but wasn't Sans. The way he stood, those glowing marks on bone... Did paperwork somehow mean something else, the way shortcut and vacation do? Then what were those things Papyrus signs from time to time...?
Something to ask his brother about, when he catches him. No way Sans won't be napping around somewhere in the next few days.]