[Sans walks over toward Papyrus, still beaming. This is a much shorter walk than he expected, which is nice. Papyrus is right next door now--that's almost like being in the same house like they're supposed to be. He has no idea if one or both of them got moved, but it doesn't matter.]
Guess you're not gonna have time to make lunch for me before I get to your place, huh?
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Guess you're not gonna have time to make lunch for me before I get to your place, huh?