"A movie?" Sans isn't sure what kind of response he expected, but it wasn't that. There's more to it, obviously, and Sans needs to dig through it. He needs to.
But.
Sans sees Papyrus sitting there, staring at the blanket. He sees how Papyrus keeps twitching. He sees the exhaustion in his brother's face in a way he's never seen before. Sans is pragmatic--some might say pessimistic--and he doesn't have much patience for formalities or needless politeness when he wants to get something done. But Sans sees Papyrus like this and he pulls his punch. He picks up the blanket again and he unfolds it with a quick snap of his wrists.
"...Lay down. I said I was gonna teach you to nap, yeah?"
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But.
Sans sees Papyrus sitting there, staring at the blanket. He sees how Papyrus keeps twitching. He sees the exhaustion in his brother's face in a way he's never seen before. Sans is pragmatic--some might say pessimistic--and he doesn't have much patience for formalities or needless politeness when he wants to get something done. But Sans sees Papyrus like this and he pulls his punch. He picks up the blanket again and he unfolds it with a quick snap of his wrists.
"...Lay down. I said I was gonna teach you to nap, yeah?"