label any of them. If my ravens can sort these, I'm sure you can figure it out. These are urgent, so I expect them all to be delivered by sunset.
(He shoves the letters into Victor's grasp but he still is holding one.)
This one is for you, Grantz. I'd prefer if you open it now.
( After a couple minutes of papers being shuffled and crashing noises, Nightmare opens the door fully this time. His hair is fluffy and messy and his clothes are crinkled. He's holding a large stack of letters. )
Each one of these are for the manor residents. However, I didn't +
[ Though, weirdly enough, the promise of a letter almost excited him. He rarely ever received those, especially from people (or beasts, whatever Nightmare even was) who weren't close — and he didn't have many of those either. ]
( His mask scrunches slightly when handed the large stack of letters. Great . . . he slowly looks through them all, making sure they were all sorted correctly. Ones labeled for Orpheus he puts to the side.
Once he's done, he puts his letters down and proceeds to +
[ He doesn't speak. Instead, he begins digging through his stack, handing each finely kept letter off to Nightmare one by one. It was a lot. Some of it was for Orpheus, who Victor couldn't find.
Once he finished, he simply stared. He wanted a thanks.. ]
( Rudely awoken from one of his lovely naps. Nightmare usually doesn't use Victor's mail service and uses his ravens like they're carrier pigeons. But that was just a him thing, much to his dismay.
He cracks open the door, one purple eye staring. )
What is it.
[ Gently, Victor knocks at @CORVIMARE's door. He had letters, almost too many to carry in a single bag. He hadn't dared to open them, each one as prim and pressed as the next. Unlike Orpheus, Nightmare posed far more of a threat... ]