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We've got some time. [Of course, Sans is very good at putting things off, but they do have another month here, so it's not like they're going to be on the street tomorrow. On the other hand, the sooner they find a place, the sooner Papyrus can have his own space again. They're not exactly crowded into the suite, but Sans is pretty sure nobody except Papyrus would put up with having Sans as a suitemate, and even then it's not the greatest time.] You'll find a cool place sooner or later.

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Of course I will! [He says it with a usual confidence, gripping the batteries rather than continue rolling them. It's harder than usual, to say of course and feel like it means anything. He means it, he means to mean it, right now. Will the person who's Papyrus tomorrow still mean it...?

It's not even night, and he's already thinking things like that. Apparently eating batteries makes him existential. That, or thinking about city-wide power outages does. Either way, there's no point dwelling on them. He'll do whatever he can do, and a little bit more than that, and it'll work out. Even dying worked out better than expected. So will anything else. Eventually.]

...You're not going to sleep soon, right? I want to watch TV. [You know, one of those great things electricity provides. He gets the feeling Sans wants to keep supervising the 'food' experiment, but there's no sense being bored or irritated the whole while.]

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Nah, it's not even dark yet. [Sans may be going to sleep earlier, but he does at least wait until it's dark out, naps excepted. He's tempted to suggest the science channel, but the odds of it being a space program are too high.] I'm up for turning into a couch potato. [He has already turned into something else once, might as well keep going.] You can pick the show.

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Yes?? It was my idea?? [Papyrus doesn't know what to make of the offer, he'd so thoroughly assumed it would be his pick in the first place. But he's trying to not pick a fight, so he offers:] If you absolutely hate it, you can veto. But only once or twice.

[Whatever they wind up watching, it's no MTT TV. Sure, there's a few different channels in the valley, with more variety to the stardom, and that's something. But as Papyrus watches, digesting the batteries with no ill effects, he finds himself freshly homesick.]

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[Sans doesn't veto the show. Instead, he divides his attention between whatever Papyrus is watching and Papyrus's battery-eating escapades. Sans thinks he'd rather have to eat batteries than have all his priorities get mixed around without his realizing until he trips right over them. But it's fine, he can sort that out himself. It's better than being dead.

Sans ends up dozing on the couch a little in spite of himself.]