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[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.]

[bonedoggle]

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!

[bonedoggle]

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.

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you and me both.

[Never resist the impulse, Papyrus.]

maybe we could go house hunting with dad soon, then.

[spaghettimonster]

[If he cheers, Sans might get embarrassed! And stop! That would be a real shame.

No, he can hold it back a little longer. Even if his eyesockets are crinkling with his widening smile.]

All three of us, living together again...?

[bonedoggle]

yeah, just like old times.

before, uh, before everything.

[spaghettimonster]

The best part of back then... with everything we've learned since!

[Sans might not feel good about how he's progressed, in the years since their fathers' retcon, but Papyrus has grown, and experienced a little more of the world. Done his best to keep up his spirits and keep striving. To look out for Sans.

And Sans has kept them afloat where Papyrus' optimism wouldn't have covered the bills, kept supporting his brother's dreams with action figures and costumes and their nightly book-reading ritual...

They've grown up.]

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heh. have we really learned all that much?

[Yeah, yeah they have.]

[spaghettimonster]

Our father keeps saying he's proud of us! I don't think he would just say that.

[He would genuinely sappily mean it everytime.

And they both learned a lot about keeping going when things were hard. Even when they weren't really feeling it.]

[bonedoggle]

well, dad is a little biased, wouldn't you think?

[He laughs.]

[spaghettimonster]

That doesn't mean he's wrong!

[Come on, Sans. Anybody who compliments Papyrus so sincerely must be right to do so!]