[Sans of all people isn't about to rush him, but he does take careful note of how much alcohol is disappearing from the bottle with each swig Papyrus takes.]
Yeah, it could be.
[It could be a lot worse. Sans slides his hands into his pockets, now 50Gs lighter. A small change, but anything is noticeable when the contents of your hoodie went unchanged for over a year. Dust coats his hands, and he finds himself noticing that more than usual too.]
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Yeah, it could be.
[It could be a lot worse. Sans slides his hands into his pockets, now 50Gs lighter. A small change, but anything is noticeable when the contents of your hoodie went unchanged for over a year. Dust coats his hands, and he finds himself noticing that more than usual too.]
Are... you happy here, Pap?