[Sans is undoubtedly relieved once they're outside, and that relief grows the farther they get from the elementary school and its worst secret laboratory basement ever (seriously, Alphys's doesn't even come close). Still, his tension doesn't leave him entirely; there's a stiffness in his shoulders and a sharpness to his senses that remains, and some part of him is still expecting something to jump out at them. As lazy as Sans is with traps and puzzles and all the trappings (heh) of his old sentry job, for once, he thinks it might be a good idea. But--]
Nope. Just my place. [He can only provide his house on Loomis Drive. He'd think to ask if Papyrus wanted to go back to his own house under different circumstances, but right now it doesn't even enter his mind as an option.] But we can make some traps in the living room if you want. [Look at that, Sans is even offering to help.]
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Nope. Just my place. [He can only provide his house on Loomis Drive. He'd think to ask if Papyrus wanted to go back to his own house under different circumstances, but right now it doesn't even enter his mind as an option.] But we can make some traps in the living room if you want. [Look at that, Sans is even offering to help.]