x @medalliums
Okay, like, handshakes are a staple of the business world. However, demonic wizards are not, so Nightmare didn’t really like, do that sort of stuff very often. Most people were smart enough to not offer him their hands, or any other extraneous limbs, because they knew he was practiced, precise, and perfectly able to puncture skin with his claws.
So he takes a very long, awkward second to realize what he’s meant to do here because to be honest, he just thought he’d get antagonized or questioned. Not greeted. What in... What’s this guy’s problem? He must have some sort of vitamin deficiency that made his brain strange.
“Uh.. Well.. I didn’t- is that it?” Nightmare asked, clearly a little bewildered and wary. “Aren’t you like, going to scream and sling curses at me? Or at least.. I don’t know, be a little- I straight up said I’m evil. Are you really just going to make it that easy for me?”
