Sans can feel himself frowning. He can feel that frown pulling itself deeper as Papyrus keeps talking. Again he's reminded that Papyrus should be dead, that he'd had doubts when he first saw Papyrus in this human body
"Yeah, I'm Sans." His voice, at least, he can keep calm. Having physical vocal cords isn't really that different from having magical ones as far as his control over them goes. "You look kind of sick."
What Sans wants to ask is where have you been, but he's very aware they're out in the open right now, with no dire threat of bombing to distract any passersby. This is going to have to do until they go inside. Papyrus's--sickness?--is a pretty relevant concern anyway. He takes another step closer, studying Papyrus's face.
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"Yeah, I'm Sans." His voice, at least, he can keep calm. Having physical vocal cords isn't really that different from having magical ones as far as his control over them goes. "You look kind of sick."
What Sans wants to ask is where have you been, but he's very aware they're out in the open right now, with no dire threat of bombing to distract any passersby. This is going to have to do until they go inside. Papyrus's--sickness?--is a pretty relevant concern anyway. He takes another step closer, studying Papyrus's face.