Seeing as you were sitting alone, and staring off into space, Stretch stuffed his hands inside his pockets, walking over and taking a seat beside you. Since he didn’t recognize you, Stretch took a hand from his pocket, extending it towards you for a handshake. His grin faltered slightly when you didn’t acknowledge him, prompting him to tap your shoulder.

Aye, haven’t seen you ‘round here before. Im Papyrus, but feel free to call me Stretch. Hah..you uh, you doing alright pal? Zoning out a bit?

Waving a hand in front of your face, his expression softened as you finally reacted, feeling relieved that you were alright. He glanced to the television, then back to the louder party, deciding that it would be better if he stayed with you.