[At this perfectly normal and common statement that eventually rises up in pretty much every new acquaintanceship to ever happen in the history of ever, Kevin stares at her like she has multiple heads to go with those eyeballs.
This is because women shaking hands is weird. Women don't shake hands. You're supposed to bow over them and kiss the air above their knuckles and what have you.
But sure, okay, everyone here is weird and there's cultural differences. Sheathing the sword, Kevin starts to reach out, hesitantly -- and then decides abruptly that now is a very bad time to break the personal space boundary, because the thought of touching anybody makes him feel like spikes are raising up out of his spine. It's that sort of day. His hand jerks back, and his shadows flail around a little as they react.]
It's Kevin.
[He leaves off his surname. She didn't give her own, and anyway, he has no way of knowing when somebody's going to turn up who will actually put two and two together and recognize a Red-Eyed Ghost, such as himself.]
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This is because women shaking hands is weird. Women don't shake hands. You're supposed to bow over them and kiss the air above their knuckles and what have you.
But sure, okay, everyone here is weird and there's cultural differences. Sheathing the sword, Kevin starts to reach out, hesitantly -- and then decides abruptly that now is a very bad time to break the personal space boundary, because the thought of touching anybody makes him feel like spikes are raising up out of his spine. It's that sort of day. His hand jerks back, and his shadows flail around a little as they react.]
It's Kevin.
[He leaves off his surname. She didn't give her own, and anyway, he has no way of knowing when somebody's going to turn up who will actually put two and two together and recognize a Red-Eyed Ghost, such as himself.]