Namizou couldn’t help but laugh at what the man said, he set out to show him what a mistletoe was for and that’s exactly what he did. Wasn’t his fault that this stranger wasn’t too keen on the idea, but then again he did hazard a wonder.
“Really? You didn’t feel anything when I kissed you? Not even some form of surprise?” Surely with how he reacted there was a tinge of that in his system, Namizou knew that it was still in him, after all, kissing someone new didn’t come as a regular thing for the navigator–Christmas was just that special time of year was all.
And to find someone who looked so hell bent on not being a part of it, that was even more amusing to the man as a grin stayed on his own lips.
Suddenly he felt his face begin to warm, and his habitually
placid exterior slowly dwindled as his discomfort became
increasingly visible. He remained still, his arms folded over
his chest, intentionally quiet in obstinate refusal of even
DIGNIFYING the question with an answer.
It was obvious that the Namekian’s unease and confusion
were the culprits of his sudden discomposure. For someone
of such a vapid and RECLUSIVE nature, he found it best not
to question, but to rather detach himself from the situation
entirely. Christmas held little to no interest of his—as had
every other holiday or event that he’d ever been a party to.
He was simply out of his element.