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[spaghettimonster]

Well, maybe. You sure know your stuff. And you're good at breaking the mood.

[Papyrus thinks back and really considers what being in a classroom with Professor Sans might be like, and grins.]

I know I wouldn't want to interrupt your classes. Not if it meant running afoul of some prank toy, every time I sat at my desk, for the rest of the week!

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i wouldn't do that.

c'mon, papyrus, you make it sound like i'm obsessed with pranks.

[spaghettimonster]

[Pranks are on his mind because it's been a good long while since Papyrus tried his hand at japery.]

What not? It would be a good deterrent! Embarrassing but harmless.

But maybe not the right tone for a university...

[What do people wear in universities? Big flowing robes? Sweater vests? Regular suits...?]

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[Sweater vests and suits, probably. Steampunk suits.]

not the right tone at all, bro.

it's higher education, with a bunch of adult students.

[Which makes him consider something...]

i'm probably a little young to teach at a university, anyway, so let's leave it to dad.

[spaghettimonster]

[There's no shortage of that kind of fashion.

But higher education, huh...? Does higher education mean you need to be taller, Sans? Maybe high-heeled shoes would help. Or steampunk stilts, with adjustable heights so people don't bonk their heads on doorways...]

He has plenty of experience! Teaching us, and all.

[Sure, sure school was a thing that they both did. But late night chatter with their father over homework was important too.]

But even if you're interpreting, you can learn things there too, right? Sitting in on classes. Or something.

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[Higher education, not taller education.]

yeah, i guess.

i mean, you're never done learning. not really.

i hope you didn't expect the shitposting narration to end because... i need it. like air

[spaghettimonster]

[Same difference.

...Unless you're smoking the pots at university. Sans, you're not inhaling cannabis smoke, are you? Did Mettaton and Papyrus need to give a drug intervention instead of a laziness one???]

Right! If you learn something you're interested in... Feel free to babble about it at me! I don't promise I'll understand. But I will nod and say encouraging things in the appropriate pauses!

I would be concerned if it stopped

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[Does this look like Underswap to you?]

you sure you want to offer that, bro? i always thought you found science-y stuff boring, and, uh, i can talk your ear off if it's somethin' i'm really interested in.

y'know, if ya had ears.

well at least you have one clue for if i'm replaced by a pod person

[spaghettimonster]

[Consider: Underswap Sans and Papyrus smoking together.

Sans because it helps with pain which means he can train twice as hard, Papyrus because it helps him relax from the stuff he's trying to put behind him. A kind of bonding moment they can't get with puzzles.]

Yes, but listening to you being happy would be worth it.

[Whoops, did he say that? Pull back Papyrus, that was way too sappy!]

You could do it while I'm doing something else! Like cooking! Mashing up vegetables and all. So I would be a little distracted anyway???

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[He's not gonna let you live that down, bro.]

you're a sap, papyrus. you know that?

a total sap.

but i, uh, appreciate the sentiment.

[spaghettimonster]

[Where's the human's reset ability when you need it.]

I am not!!! That was a perfectly normal and appropriate level of sappiness!!!

[GOSH, Sans.]

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you say that like what i said was a bad thing.

[spaghettimonster]

Well! It's... not bad. But it's a little embarrassing!

I am not that sappy.

[If only Papyrus knew about those car magazines, or the origin of all his action figures. Then he could properly turn the tables. But alas...]

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[He elbows his brother in the ribs.]

well, i'm a sap too, so don't worry about it too much.

[spaghettimonster]

That just means there's twice as much sap! And you know our father isn't any better.

[He's the biggest sap of them all. So sappy he actually leaks sometimes...

Hmm. Maybe this wasn't the best turn of the conversation.]

But it's nice to hear. Even if I would find it boring! I can only imagine how you'll be in a year or two!

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[He laughs nervously.]

a year or two?

[spaghettimonster]

Yes, Sans! A year or two. You know, a year is twelve months, and months are about thirty days...

[You can't spell 'pleasantly patronizing' without a few letters from Papyrus' name.]

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c'mon, bro, lets just worry about the next few months, okay?

[He's still getting used to the idea that he has a future.]

[spaghettimonster]

First you tell me not to worry, and then you give me something else to worry about! Make up your mind.

[Have a gentle elbow in the ribs back. Or... maybe the shoulder. That height difference is still a thing.

But, it suddenly occurs to Papyrus... Their birthdays are in "the next few months."

Now that's something to think about.]

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[That is something.

You know how long Sans has been twenty-five? Entirety too long.]

i just mean that i wanna take things a few months at a time.

worry about gettin' a job and findin' our own place.

[spaghettimonster]

[At least he's not a vampire.]

Oh. That makes sense.

[He pauses, rewinds a little to listen to what Sans just said.]

Wait, what? Finding our own place...?

Oh my god! We could do that now! We're both going to be employed. And have money again!

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yeah, the gasters are moving up in the world.

[He chuckles softly.]

i thought maybe we could get an apartment or flat in the, uh, steam district or something.

[spaghettimonster]

[Up in the world, huh?]

Or a loft! A high apartment, full of sunlight... With a little porch! Overlooking the river! Like we used to have.

[Not that the human ever explored it. Not in their unfortunately timeline.]

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yeah! i'm sure we'll be able to find somethin' like that.

[He seems really excited about this.]

y'know, i was worried you might not want to move out of the boarding house.

[spaghettimonster]

The boarding house is very nice! But I miss the autonomy of our own house.

[It's really precious and Papyrus would be biting his tongue not to comment on it if he had a tongue. Instead he's just resisting the impulse to cheer.]

And I could go without, you know. Being dropped into the flower room again.