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[ribticklers]

[When the power tools drown out the conversation, positive Sans is relieved. Negative Sans glares in positive Papyrus's direction, mostly at his back. It sounds like negative Papyrus is trying to say something about knowing, about it not just being Sans, and that's--something to think about, except for how hard it is to hear himself think over the noise. Fine, if it's going to be like that. Negative Sans vanishes from the basement.]

[spaghettimonster]

[Negative Papyrus stiffens as one of his brother(s) leaves, especially given which one. Now he's alone down here, in a way - outnumbered by the nice halves, who clearly are working together to manage the negatives into some kind of inoffensive harmlessness. The static lighting up his screen blanks out like he's closing eyes, and replaces with the dimness of notifications of ongoing processes around the edges, and the occasional text or image in the center.

Right away, that's the literal text of one impulsively flung at the Sanses, the better not to let anyone escape this conversation before he can.

\E1SO WHEN -IS-&A GOOD TIME,&ANYWAY??/

Agitated speed texting means he flings the question in the text whole and sends it immediately, without pruning the formatting to look as if he'd typed out out, which leaves it with those extra details, and it's embarrassing and frustrating to see. Even with Sans able to read it, having seen days on end of that as Papyrus's only way to communicate, it's not the point. He wants to be a skeleton again, even if it takes... even if it takes dying again, winding up underground with only fragments of memories again.

Behind him, the power tool keeps going, between brief pauses to remove screws and deposit them in a container. Apparently the conversation's done, to that guy's mind.]

[ribticklers]

[Positive Sans reaches for his phone and, seeing the message, looks over at negative Papyrus. The screen in place of a head makes some things easier to notice and some things more difficult. It means Sans can't read his face, but also sometimes he can literally read Papyrus's face. It's complicated.]

first of all nobody should be in a welded shut basement
second of all nothing weird should be happening

[Negative Sans doesn't respond as quickly, but he does eventually.]

hell if i know
never if the other two have anything to say about it

[So apparently negative Sans has decided to go sulk, just judging by the contents to that message.]

[spaghettimonster]

[Positive Papyrus pauses as his phone receives those responding texts, tool deliberately still whirring in hand as he focuses on their words and guesses at what might have instigated them. He glances back and up with a skeptical expression at his counterpart.

Negative Papyrus, pointedly and sullenly, doesn't look back. Instead, a brief text exchange shoots back and forth, including things like TEXTING, REALLY? and \E1WHAT DID YOU&EXPECT/ showing on his screen. He crosses his arms, and positive Papyrus turns back to the task of detaching the door's hinges from the wall. Eventually, another text reaches the Sanses.

\E1FINE./

Maybe he's not yet physically going off to sulk as well, given that'll take a little more doing, but emotionally he's already striving to escape this place before any more 'help' can come along to undercut whatever he's trying to accomplish.]