"I... have no idea what a claptrap is. But, maybe?" Papyrus offers as he accepts the handshake with a gloved hand.

The glove's not so thick as to hide the boney nature of his hand, but it's not like his outfit hides that he's a skeleton either. It's really just to keep his hands clean. Especially with the kind of muck he deals with day in and day out. Never again will he make the mistake of handling some of these tasks barehanded... Cleaning between joints is so uncomfortable.

"As to the rest: You guessed correctly! I am Papyrus. I just know how important it is. Living with an older brother who really hates cleaning..." Boy oh boy, does his brother hate cleaning. Infamously hates it. "I had to do it! And, you know how habits build up."