@humerussans@swapped_sans ... could’ve gotten a really cool scar, but i guess that’d ruin my whole ‘long soft french fry’ look i’ve got going on. okay, let’s try playing with some balls.
@swapped_sans@humerussans stop what? stop sitting so still? i hear ya, i hear. *gets up and does a little bone clacking skip and jig while still holding his brother under his arm!
... he sags to the ground out of breath shortly after, but he did that*
@swapped_sans@humerussans *sits up straight for once* you DID? oh my god. how old were we? what happened, did i get like a bone lodged in my eye socket? *grabs his brother around the neck for the dreaded noogie* was it this?? did you noogie a baby skeleton??
@swapped_sans@humerussans *huffs and takes the scanner, replacing it with the tuner. the scanner is given a quick wipe and put back into its place* ... so where are we going, anyway?
@swapped_sans@humerussans they are NOT exactly like tacos, what the heck are you taco-ing abbbbbbblu TALKING ABOUT HOW ARE THE READINGS LOOKING ISEVERYTHINGOKAY? *fixing sans with his sweatiest, most desperate ‘don’t you dare’ look*
@swapped_sans@humerussans *yes, he does... he used quite a few of these back then. he promptly passes over the requested wrench, then stuffs the last apple pie into his mouth* eashy ash... ... a really eashy thing.
@swapped_sans@humerussans um. i'll pass you tools and stuff? like when we uh. *rubs his fingers together uncomfortably, briefly* used to play uh, doctor...?
@SpiderSwap ... sometimes you dunno if you'll regret it later. but i know what you mean.
*for a moment, the crisp air reminds him of the antiseptic chill of another place. another time he acted to protect his brother...*
hey, let's get back inside. it sucks out here, right?
@SpiderSwap you’re amazing, muffed. you can even joke at a time like this. but... i really think you’re right. it wouldn’t be... it wouldn’t be the merciful thing to do.
@SpiderSwap *he says nothing for a long moment, not even at the joke, his expression tired and so lost. who is he to decide anything so important for others? he already... he’s not good at it, he knows.*
*but he still turns to her with a wry smile* yeah, me too.