Imagine UT!Papyrus picking up and squealing over how adorable and short SF!Sans is. Imagine how salty SF!Sans would get, lmao.
Okay. But consider this instead:
“YOU KNOW,” Papyrus said when they were alone. Razz was irritated and grumpy, having been the butt of multiple ‘short’ jokes this evening. “I ALWAYS KIND OF WISHED I WAS…SMALLER.”
Razz blinked. “What?!” He’d never wanted anything but to be taller.
“WELL. YOU’RE VERY CUTE, RAZZBERRY.” Razz bristled, but Papyrus continued, “I’M…NOT. THAT.”
“What are you even talking about?” he demanded, growing impatient. Papyrus leaned against the counter, shoulders pulled in.
“I’M LOUD. AND TALL. AND…HARD TO MISS.” Swallowing, he said, “I wouldn’t mind being small and cute and…” A shrug. “I’M SAYING THAT YOUR SIZE ISN’T A BAD THING.”
Blinking, Razz took a step forward and lightly touched his hand. Cheekbones flushed, he said under his breath, “Your size isn’t a bad thing either, oaf. You’re tall and strong. You can demand respect. All enviable traits.”
Clearing his throat, he brushed himself off and said, “And plenty cute besides.” The other skeleton blushed profusely, and Razz made a quick escape, not giving him time to recover.