[It's like it's not the first time Papyrus has been appalled by his brother's cleanliness habits, or something. This catches him offguard in a second way, and he gapes for a second before recovering with a realization.]
Oh, that's what you were doing... [A brief, decisive nod. He's not sure if the sheets are enough, if the stains have reached underneath... but he wants to sleep in a bed, and not the one he was recently (how many days?) kidnapped from.] Then, of course I accept. I wouldn't let your work, go to waste like that. [Not if he doesn't want Sans to cite it as a reason to not do work for months to come.]
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Oh, that's what you were doing... [A brief, decisive nod. He's not sure if the sheets are enough, if the stains have reached underneath... but he wants to sleep in a bed, and not the one he was recently (how many days?) kidnapped from.] Then, of course I accept. I wouldn't let your work, go to waste like that. [Not if he doesn't want Sans to cite it as a reason to not do work for months to come.]