hehe. don't worry about it, frisk. we balance each other out okay. [Actually, they balance one another damn near perfectly, though mostly courtesy of Papyrus' efforts to keep Sans on the level of "basically functional".
Papyrus, in turn, can't help but grumble a little:] I WISH I DIDN'T HAVE TO SLEEP.
oh, yeah? if you didn't sleep, how could you get a bedtime story?
[Papyrus...actually has no good answer for that one.
Sans smiles back up at the kid. He knows better than most that sometimes feeling bad is better than not feeling anything at all. Sometimes, you have to feel bad, because it's not right that you shouldn't feel anything.]
hey, papyrus, stop hogging frisk for a second.
OH. SORRY.
[Frisk will find themselves carefully set on their feet, which gives Sans the opportunity to move in and ruffle their eminently ruffle-able hair.]
No worries! If you ever want to thread something off of DM, let me know!
Papyrus, in turn, can't help but grumble a little:] I WISH I DIDN'T HAVE TO SLEEP.
oh, yeah? if you didn't sleep, how could you get a bedtime story?
[Papyrus...actually has no good answer for that one.
Sans smiles back up at the kid. He knows better than most that sometimes feeling bad is better than not feeling anything at all. Sometimes, you have to feel bad, because it's not right that you shouldn't feel anything.]
hey, papyrus, stop hogging frisk for a second.
OH. SORRY.
[Frisk will find themselves carefully set on their feet, which gives Sans the opportunity to move in and ruffle their eminently ruffle-able hair.]