[Even with that confident stance, Sans zeroes in on the way Papyrus reaches for the mask, the slowed down cadence of his voice. Sans relies more on facial expressions to get the subtler implications behind what someone's saying, but this is obvious. Sans's expression shifts deliberately into something looser, and he manages his lazy grin. His jaw is set tighter than he'd like, but there's only so much he can do with this human body.]
It was nothin' you couldn't handle. I just sped things up a little. [Sans offers this tentative sort of almost normal conversation, even though he doesn't think it's going to last long down here. He stops staring at Papyrus's face in favor of trying to get a better look at the rest of him, to see if he can pick out anything else that they did to him.]
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It was nothin' you couldn't handle. I just sped things up a little. [Sans offers this tentative sort of almost normal conversation, even though he doesn't think it's going to last long down here. He stops staring at Papyrus's face in favor of trying to get a better look at the rest of him, to see if he can pick out anything else that they did to him.]