Take your time. You know I would. [Sans winks, and his face is locked in place this time, even though he's wondering exactly how bad things are, and if he should actually maybe stay near the bathroom just in case. He hedges his bets and stays upstairs, for the most part. Sans is exhausted, but for once he's restless, too, and that's enough to propel him toward changing out his bedsheets for clean ones. He's not about to make Papyrus take the couch after all that. He dumps his old ones on the couch--Sans can use those himself.]
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