[Sans pauses, looking up at Papyrus despite having been lowkey avoiding meeting eyes with him a few moments before. That's... okay. He finds himself a little overwhelmed by the sentiment, mostly because it's validating in a way that catches him off guard.
He's quiet for few moments, his arms wrapped around his chest. Until, finally...]
I'm gunna. I mean. That's... what I'm going for. So... yeah.
[He pauses, and then tries to sound a bit more positive and decisive as he adds:]
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He's quiet for few moments, his arms wrapped around his chest. Until, finally...]
I'm gunna. I mean. That's... what I'm going for. So... yeah.
[He pauses, and then tries to sound a bit more positive and decisive as he adds:]
Thanks.