[ For a second he wants to call him stupid and too positive for his own good, but some part of him is almost jealous of the life Papyrus speaks of. Having lots of friends and inspiring others was something he never got the chance to do, immersed deep within blood that stained his hands crimson.

His expression grew quiet for a moment, only snapping out of it when the other spoke up once more, letting him mull over what'd been said before just nodding. ]

Sure. Start with calling me Killua, then. I don't want to just be called 'human' and I doubt the others will, either.

[ Considering how bored he is here, this sounds like the next best thing to being entertained after all. ]