"...You lazybones." He huffs, shaking his head and crossing his arms. Typical Sans, really. Can't even do his own legwork today? He could scold.

But Sans clearly looks like he's a bit out of it so, with a touch of reluctance, Papyrus crouches down low enough that Sans can reasonably climb onto his shoulders.

"Don't expect this to become a regular service! I can't always fuel your bad habits, you know."