Papyrus jumps at the snapping, startled in a way that even a surprise headlock wouldn't have caused.
Admittedly, things had been getting a little more tense between them the last year. Papyrus, busy with the duties of kingship, of being present in the lives of all the people, encouraging them and pushing them to keep going. Sans, busy with his paperwork and organizing and behind-the-scenes work. Less time, broken routines, and those easy, comforting falsehoods about Sans told and Papyrus went along with them partly because Sans was, for once, working hard...
But even in their busiest, he can't remember Sans ever speaking so sharply. Almost speaking over him, instead of in the silences between Papyrus' words.
"There you have it, then! You know better and you can prove it to somebody else," Papyrus commends him, as there's two things anybody ever wants to hear: what they're hoping is true, or the actual truth. And right now it seems like both of those things are the same.
He considers what Sans has said so far. Something bad back home, that no one else recognized or could help with. Telling Papyrus about it, only for him to, somehow!, forget about it. Memory loss is a pretty bad thing. That could only mean...
"Is the bad thing back home a contagious short-term amnesia??"
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Admittedly, things had been getting a little more tense between them the last year. Papyrus, busy with the duties of kingship, of being present in the lives of all the people, encouraging them and pushing them to keep going. Sans, busy with his paperwork and organizing and behind-the-scenes work. Less time, broken routines, and those easy, comforting falsehoods about Sans told and Papyrus went along with them partly because Sans was, for once, working hard...
But even in their busiest, he can't remember Sans ever speaking so sharply. Almost speaking over him, instead of in the silences between Papyrus' words.
"There you have it, then! You know better and you can prove it to somebody else," Papyrus commends him, as there's two things anybody ever wants to hear: what they're hoping is true, or the actual truth. And right now it seems like both of those things are the same.
He considers what Sans has said so far. Something bad back home, that no one else recognized or could help with. Telling Papyrus about it, only for him to, somehow!, forget about it. Memory loss is a pretty bad thing. That could only mean...
"Is the bad thing back home a contagious short-term amnesia??"