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[At first, he nods along to the idea, taking a couple of mental notes on avenues to pursue. Even beyond the whole instigating transformations thing, it'd be good to know how nanotech works, it seems versatile and people like Robotnik are still working on it. Then it sinks in that Sans sounds entirely too knowledgeable about this, meaning either he's done research in the last week (which his phone's made clear he hasn't!) or he was holding back. And a look at Sans's perma-grin gives that sorry not sorry vibe. Papyrus scowls.]

...The next time you're being weird, I'm filling your room with bananos.

[Does that mean nanomachines? Does that mean bananas? He's not clarifying, just letting the ambiguous threat hang in the air between them. If there's anything their delayed death / continued life / whatever this is has taught him, there will be an opportunity to make good on it.]

[That particular pun being brought back up, combined with the way Papyrus is looking at him, startles Sans into real laughter. It's the first time since the Okpaza incident. It's nice to know that's still a thing that can happen.]

[It's a relief to know that can still happen, and it's enough to break Papyrus's scowl for a few seconds. He pulls it back up, smiling all the while, to continue with:] Oh, yeah, laugh it up while you can! But we'll see who's laughing, when I paint your room yellow. [With bananos.]

What was I sayin' about bananarchy? [See, it was a real concern this whole time!]

That you brought it on yourself?? [He is not managing to hide his laughter from his own voice, try as he might to sound stern.]

This whole time instead of grey goo I should'a been worrying about banana goo. [Messy either way. Banana goo is less likely to fill up as much space as it can, though.]

[There's a two or three second pause as Papyrus thinks that over, then does a quick search.] ...You weren't really worried about gray goo, were you?? [Popular apocalypse scenario as it apparently is, he was aiming for cool robots, not goo.]

Only accidental grey goo. [He didn't think Papyrus would destroy the world on purpose, but Papyrus was acting pretty weird.]

[He sighs, dramatically, emphasizing the drama to obscure how much of it is a sincere sigh.] Yeah, okay. I guess that's a point. But what's science without a little accidental goo? [Somewhere, a royal scientist sneezes.]

You can still make banana goo if you want. [Sans will not stop Papyrus from making banana goo. Papyrus might stop himself, though.]

Intentional goo just isn't the same...... [Another dramatic sigh, long-suffering, put-upon, the whole shebang.] Whatever! If I want to make everyone robots again, I'll ask you first. [To agree to become a robot, or whether he should use nanotechnology that way, he doesn't bother to specify.]

Pretty sure you'd need to make some consent forms for that anyway. [No ethics board is going to approve this.] But yeah, sure, I'll make sure I've got some robot consultation time in my back pocket.

Thanks!! [He's not sure how seriously to take the offer, considering, but let it not be said Papyrus neglected a politeness.

It's something of a conversation ender, a good time to go gathering cleaning supplies to deal with the spills and splashes before they actually go staining anything. And he does so, starting with the bucket by the window, and working his way towards the milk - half in hopes Sans will be gone by the time he gets there. It's a window of time to think, mulling over the various posts theorizing nanotechnology goo apocalypse, and to think about... Well, the last time goo was part of their lives. Their arms to start, their bodies melting together...

Come to think of it, Sans's wing had turned robotic before that happened. Was there a chance... even a slim one... that they'd melted together because of nanotechnology??? He's not sure how that would result in his soul being visible, unless it had only been a holographic projection or something...? His face goes on a whole journey, thinking as he works.]

[Sans isn't gone from the kitchen, but he does actually walk across it to put the bowl in the sink. Look at him, being sort of good. He's mostly stopped dripping by now. Sans is going to have to take a shower at some point, but Papyrus is going on a face journey right now, so he lingers in the kitchen.]

You still thinking about bananas?

Uhhh. [He doesn't want to blurt out the whole thing - that'd be alarming! When they've just recovered from the bucket surprise!] I've moved on to, wings.

[The mechanical wing is part of it, anyway. Making himself wings wouldn't be any good if they were nanotech and melted, leaving him slightly less flight-capable but up in the air. And he does some system errors about incompatibility, when they finally split back apart. What if it was nanotech responsible, and whatever Robotnik's up to will cause the same...? At least they've dealt with it before, making it that much easier to deal with other, related things.]

Oh yeah? [Sans isn't sure if that's exactly what Papyrus was thinking about, but if it's what Papyrus wants to talk about, that's okay. Sans can just keep an eye on Papyrus's expressions.] You jealous?

[That's the best joke he's told in a while, in his opinion. Nobody should ever be jealous of Sans.]

Sometimes! [Keeping one secret train of thought to the side is easier when blurting out a different honesty. He's run some numbers on how he could go about flying, and it really doesn't seem like wings would work for him... But even the secondhand experience of flying with them had felt fun.] That being said, uh... I don't envy your clothing difficulties. So! It balances out.

[So all is well, nobody's jealous of Sans in a way with no asterisks hanging around. If that's reassuring...?]

[Sans gives Papyrus what might be qualified as a Look when he says he's jealous of Sans sometimes, although it's there and gone in an instant. Papyrus is just talking about his wings, not his personality or anything crazy like that.]

You get used to it. Y'know, these ones just sort of go through the other wings. [Sans shifts his newest set to indicate which he's referring to.] Made getting used to 'em faster.

[Papyrus half-shrugs at the Look, because what else is he going to say, the quiet suspicion that maybe the melting was a technology thing? Definitely not!

Thankfully, Sans builds on the distraction / cover story, giving him something to peer at. The way the feathers overlap in space, when he thought the superposition stuff had ended, is a surprise.] Can't deny the convenience of that! Glad you're not getting backaches from wing collisions.

[While Papyrus clearly has something on his mind, Sans still isn't going to pry unless something weird is happening. So far, it seems like they're in between weird things. So eventually he goes to work. Even by Sans's standards, he still gets tired more easily since the soul thing, so he might spend a little more time napping than usual.

But then something wakes him up. He texts Papyrus.]

hey
look at this

[Sans attaches several pictures of a pony. Considering the conversation Sans had with Papyrus this morning, he has a suspicion as to the cause of this surprise pony visit.]

[There it is. A prank not just for Sans, but the whole dig site crew to enjoy. One that isn't based on surprise noises or sights at a time when they might alarm. Just the baffling arrival of a pony with an edible food basket and card addressed to the symbols, declaring its undying love and affection, etc etc. In between a coy question about candlelit dinner and the prospect of dating. Maybe the joke will go everyone's heads - it's a long, long stretch between that and carbon dating - but it's fine! Their being baffled by it all, and then maybe enjoying the fruit arrangement, is enough for today.]

WOW!!! THAT LOOKS, LIKE A VERY SMALL HORSE.
IS IT DOING A GOOD JOB? AT WHATEVER IT'S DOING

delivering fruit
weird how we were talking about horses before and now one shows up

[Sans can't imagine how this could have possibly happened, etc. He also doesn't actually know the difference between ponies and horses. This is the closest he's been to either of these animals.]

WEIRD HOW I CALLED IT!!

[Called to confirm the order, anyway. Turned out his filling out of the online application still left questions, and he'd had to actually talk over the phone to complete the surprise. Seems Sans is on to him, but that's fine.]

crazy
it even brought some bananas

[Not just bananas, but bananas are relevant to their earlier conversation, kind of.

Sans sends another picture, this one a ridiculous selfie of him and the pony. Sans looks tired but entertained.]

CRAZY, HOW I'M ALWAYS ON THE WAVELENGTH OF THE FUTURE.

[He's not about to use a pony to deliver bananos, Sans, don't try to blatantly catch him into admitting anything. Besides, that attack is happening in the bedroom whenever the next time Weird Things are happening (that he remembers it to think to do it).]

LOOKS LIKE YOU ENJOYED THEM!!
OR OTHERWISE HAD A GOOD TIME.

[It's not his absolute most blatant fishing attempt for confirmation, but it's not off the list either.]

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