No, there's no grabbing here. Papyrus makes no move as Will swoops in and out for a pastry, content to let the plate sit on the chair beside him so people don't have to get too close. Content, for a given value of content, anyway. It's still disappointing when people react like this, even if he better understands their reasons now. His eyesockets and cheekbones sink slightly in a frown, before he covers it up with enthusiasm again.

"I'm a skeleton! And a Turnskin."

He gestures to his canid skull to indicate, see the fur? The ears? There's a very distant resemblance to Mhairi, one of the two people giving the introduction, though his fur is differently colored - and he's missing almost everything but fur and bones.

"But, I'm thinking of calling myself... a 'Turnbone'. What do you think? Turnbone, or Turnskin skeleton?"

With that question offered, Papyrus tilts his head and waits for Will's reply. Giving people choices like that to decide between and answer always seems to get them a little more engaged in the conversation, even if he's already decided what he'll be using in the future. There's a lot of not strictly skeleton about him these days, even if he'll always be a skeleton deep down. But like a few people reminded him, there's no sense dwelling on the past, when he can focus on making the best present with what he has.