John listened, stroking the Dragon Puppet. He needed a name, John decided. He chuckled lightly to himself. Papyrus. Somehow, it fit. Papyrus the Dragon Puppet. He returned his mind to the events around him. Yes, the floating mass of land above them. John shook his head, staring at it. Somehow, it didn't phase him at all anymore. You get used to it quick, he decided. The as Ebil returned to his human form, which was equally startling for John, the man asked how it was. John smiled at the impromptu name. At least he wasn't the only one being careless with names. The man asked about the floating land again, referring to it as an academy. John nodded. Of course, there were dozens of academy RPs, it would make sense for one to be flying as it was. John considered it. Had he really never seen one himself? He must not have.

John considered the man's suggestion. He glanced about at the group and back to Papyrus. He sighed. "I could attempt to bring more like Papyrus - that is," he added, realizing no one knew he had [i]named[/i] the dragon, "more Puppet Dragons - but considering... his current state," he continued, actively avoiding his depression, "I'm not sure what might happen if I try. They could be better, or maybe even worse, or... maybe not [i]be[/i] at all." John continued stroking Papyrus, who seemed to hum crackles at him in comfort. He spoke almost to himself, thinking, "Maybe if the we could communicate with anyone up there..." He shrugged to no-one in particular.