[ He follows, muscles taut and eyeing Papyrus' feet as if he's expecting every other step to land like some kind of bomb. Not his fault, really, Edward knows. A hardwired instinct to expect failure inevitably results in searching it out. At each distant crash he tenses further, spurs himself to move faster until he's all but treading on the other man's heels.
Light glinting off the floor captures his attention, and he pauses only long enough to look over a toolbox. Out of place amidst the clothing they're leaving behind, likely someone lightening their load before being chased. Nothing dazzling on offer, but he secures himself a wrench and shuffles faster, tapping Papyrus' arm with the handle of a screwdriver. ]
[ They're at least crafted to suggest the presence of them, certainly more than they are hearts or spines. Maybe they're some kind of robot, some centralized unit that could be dislodged...
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Light glinting off the floor captures his attention, and he pauses only long enough to look over a toolbox. Out of place amidst the clothing they're leaving behind, likely someone lightening their load before being chased. Nothing dazzling on offer, but he secures himself a wrench and shuffles faster, tapping Papyrus' arm with the handle of a screwdriver. ]
Waste not. Maybe if we're lucky they've got sensation somewhere. Eyes, maybe.
[ They're at least crafted to suggest the presence of them, certainly more than they are hearts or spines. Maybe they're some kind of robot, some centralized unit that could be dislodged...
Wishful thinking, anyway. ]
Much farther?