thisavrou | text; have u seen this bone

[To say Sans hasn't been around recently is a massive understatement. Since his public dumping, he's been taking in the scenery of his bedroom relatively exclusively. Occasionally he would broaden his scope and investigate the inside of an empty bag of chips for extra crumbs, but that was only on good days.

More than anything, he slept. That was supposed to change today, at Papyrus's nagging, petulant insistence. They'd agreed to meet today in one of his little brother's patented snap out of it jogs around the ship. Sans had never looked forward to exercise quite so much.

When Papyrus didn't show and the MID directory listed his name wreathed in nervewracking red, that excitement turned quickly to gnawing, persistent denial.]

hey so. hope everyone's doing alright. heard a lot of babies crying through my door the last few weeks. lemme know if you need babysitters, i've been looking for a few more chairs around here.

anyway...

i was wondering if anyone's seen my bro, papyrus. he's a morale officer around here, you may have met him through that? if you haven't, here's a picture. it's kinda old, he sent it to me from his MID a few months back. still looks pretty much the same, but his uniform might have more puff paint on it now (he's the circled one).

just to get this out of the way now: yeah, we're skeletons. yeah, we're really alive. no, how we eat isn't that interesting.

it's no big deal if you haven't seen him, he a busy guy. but if you DO see him could you let him know his brother's looking for him. he knows where to find me.

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[Okay, Sideswipe still isn't totally sure how to react to the skele-man. But he is sure he likes Papyrus. A lot.]

[So...]

um whered u see him last

[That makes two of them.]

hey, red.

it was yesterday. came to see me, gave me one of his big speeches about physical fitness and personal hygiene. pretty standard. didn't seem like anything was bugging him.

[He realizes as he types it just how unlikely a picture he's painting. If Papyrus was still on the ship, missing appointments, he would have to be acting very much unlike himself.

There's a pause before Sans adds an addendum, bolstering up the weakening resolve of his denial.]

but who knows, the guy's got a better poker face than most people.

uh ok but like where yeah i get that

[Sans blinks at the message, confused, before scrolling back up. He really wasn't reading these closely, was he?

Going through the motions got a little automatic sometimes, didn't it.]

shit, right.

my room. but i haven't left here since reading to him yesterday.