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[ribticklers]

[Sans's response comes after he's finished up, of course. Since Papyrus was probably watching the video he doesn't really need to elaborate on all those bones he found, at least.]

done
i'm heading to jemma's next
since this hole's pretty close to the farms

[spaghettimonster]

GOOD PLAN!
AND THANKS FOR NOT ADDING YOURSELF TO THE BONE PILE.

[It's been long enough to start picking up the human association of unattended bones and death. Especially since some human food comes with bones still in them. And since they can't properly do magic anymore.]

[ribticklers]

no problem
didn't really look like a comfy spot to take a break
who knows if my wings would even fit

[spaghettimonster]

OH MY GOD?
FINALLY, A PLACE YOU REALIZE ISN'T GOOD FOR SLEEPING.
YOU HAVE STANDARDS??

[ribticklers]

yeah
i have to fit in the place

[Is that a standard...]

[spaghettimonster]

I'M GOING TO PRETEND THAT'S A STANDARD!!

[But it's not, and he's ensuring they both know it.]

ANYWAY, I NEED A LITTLE TIME.
WHILE YOU'RE THERE,
YOU SHOULD SEE IF JEMMA'S HEARD ANYTHING ON THE WIND.

[ribticklers]

sure
i'll update you on the updrafts later