[He already knows he's going to love it, whatever it is. It doesn't even matter what Papyrus got him--it could be a bag of trash for all Sans cares. The fact that Papyrus is here, that he thought to give Sans a gift at all, is enough. Hell, it's enough for Papyrus to just...exist.]
[His brother's always been good at pacing himself and not leaving Sans behind, and he doesn't even complain about it. Sans follows him on up to the roof and hovers in the doorway when Papyrus darts off to retrieve the gift.]
oh man. i'm excited, bro. is it gonna be a whole box of suspicious nuts this time?
[He's definitely curious when Papyrus returns with the case. It's like a gigantic briefcase, and Sans honestly has no idea what could be inside. His telescope back in the Underground was light enough to carry around without a case. The one he's been using in Wonderland is even lower quality, and has kind of just lived elsewhere on the roof for over a year now.]
[He's grinning from ear to metaphorical ear as he crouches down, key in hand.]
or maybe a box of those screaming plastic chickens? one of those six foot whoopee cushions?
[He opens the case before Papyrus can get too impatient and...]
[Oh. Oh wow. He has to blink a few times to make sure he's seeing this right. It's...a telescope. The kind of high quality scope he always secretly hoped he could get his hands on once he was on the Surface--the real one. The scope he's been using was pretty much just the first one he could grab out of a closet, but this...Papyrus must have spent a lot of time getting the closet to work just right.]
[He studies all the different parts while Papyrus talks, his eyesockets big as dinner plates. Interchangeable eyepieces, moon filters, magnifiers, two Barlow lenses, a tripod, lens wipes, moisture guards...this is insane. He never actually let himself believe that he could ever get a scope this good, never mind with all the proper accessories. How...how much research must Papyrus have done beforehand?]
[There's a sudden surge of guilt in his soul that makes him want to snap the case closed and tell Papyrus he can't accept this. It's too much. It's too...good. He doesn't deserve something like this. He's pretty sure that if this was the real Surface and Papyrus had actually spent the sort of money required to get a scope this good, he'd be having a bit of a meltdown right now. He doesn't deserve this. It's part of the reason he's so bad about his birthday, because he never feels like he deserves the attention, or all the people wasting time and effort and resources on him. Getting gifts at all makes his soul twist into knots, and getting gifts of this quality make ]
[He grits his teeth a little to keep it in. He's...doing better about this lately. It's not as visceral a feeling as it was two years ago, when Mettaton gave him a handmade hoodie that Sans is still wearing. He can feel himself trying to shut down, but he doesn't allow it. He's doing better. He's okay. He's not gonna freak out.]
[He doesn't trust himself to say anything just yet, though, so he doesn't. He just gets back to his feet and wordlessly hugs his brother as tight as he can.]
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Date: 2018-07-28 04:16 am (UTC)[His brother's always been good at pacing himself and not leaving Sans behind, and he doesn't even complain about it. Sans follows him on up to the roof and hovers in the doorway when Papyrus darts off to retrieve the gift.]
oh man. i'm excited, bro. is it gonna be a whole box of suspicious nuts this time?
[He's definitely curious when Papyrus returns with the case. It's like a gigantic briefcase, and Sans honestly has no idea what could be inside. His telescope back in the Underground was light enough to carry around without a case. The one he's been using in Wonderland is even lower quality, and has kind of just lived elsewhere on the roof for over a year now.]
[He's grinning from ear to metaphorical ear as he crouches down, key in hand.]
or maybe a box of those screaming plastic chickens? one of those six foot whoopee cushions?
[He opens the case before Papyrus can get too impatient and...]
[Oh. Oh wow. He has to blink a few times to make sure he's seeing this right. It's...a telescope. The kind of high quality scope he always secretly hoped he could get his hands on once he was on the Surface--the real one. The scope he's been using was pretty much just the first one he could grab out of a closet, but this...Papyrus must have spent a lot of time getting the closet to work just right.]
[He studies all the different parts while Papyrus talks, his eyesockets big as dinner plates. Interchangeable eyepieces, moon filters, magnifiers, two Barlow lenses, a tripod, lens wipes, moisture guards...this is insane. He never actually let himself believe that he could ever get a scope this good, never mind with all the proper accessories. How...how much research must Papyrus have done beforehand?]
[There's a sudden surge of guilt in his soul that makes him want to snap the case closed and tell Papyrus he can't accept this. It's too much. It's too...good. He doesn't deserve something like this. He's pretty sure that if this was the real Surface and Papyrus had actually spent the sort of money required to get a scope this good, he'd be having a bit of a meltdown right now. He doesn't deserve this. It's part of the reason he's so bad about his birthday, because he never feels like he deserves the attention, or all the people wasting time and effort and resources on him. Getting gifts at all makes his soul twist into knots, and getting gifts of this quality make ]
[He grits his teeth a little to keep it in. He's...doing better about this lately. It's not as visceral a feeling as it was two years ago, when Mettaton gave him a handmade hoodie that Sans is still wearing. He can feel himself trying to shut down, but he doesn't allow it. He's doing better. He's okay. He's not gonna freak out.]
[He doesn't trust himself to say anything just yet, though, so he doesn't. He just gets back to his feet and wordlessly hugs his brother as tight as he can.]