Not being alive when you're not. That's something. That's another thing that Sans can deeply understand. Does dying at the same time really make it better? He's not sure. There's a lot of stuff he's not sure about at the moment.
"I dunno if I can get it the same way you do. I'm not... on the same thing you're on, bro," Sans says, and how skeptical he seems is ambiguous. He watches the bone dissolve itself, and gears in his head rustily start spinning, bogged down by everything else going on. Unfortunately, he didn't see the stuff that made it super obvious what Papyrus's powers were. The dust has yet to click as being something incredibly dangerous, though he's getting there.
Why does he feel so woozy, all of a sudden? Being casually tired is sort of his schtick, to the point that two separate people bought him a bed during solstice, but he should really be more wound up than he is. His eyes all blink, heavy and out of sync.
"So... now what? What..." His gaze finally catches on the cloud of thick dust coming from the remains of the bone. Some things starts to make sense. "What're you doing to me, here?"
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"I dunno if I can get it the same way you do. I'm not... on the same thing you're on, bro," Sans says, and how skeptical he seems is ambiguous. He watches the bone dissolve itself, and gears in his head rustily start spinning, bogged down by everything else going on. Unfortunately, he didn't see the stuff that made it super obvious what Papyrus's powers were. The dust has yet to click as being something incredibly dangerous, though he's getting there.
Why does he feel so woozy, all of a sudden? Being casually tired is sort of his schtick, to the point that two separate people bought him a bed during solstice, but he should really be more wound up than he is. His eyes all blink, heavy and out of sync.
"So... now what? What..." His gaze finally catches on the cloud of thick dust coming from the remains of the bone. Some things starts to make sense. "What're you doing to me, here?"