Namjoon mulls the submission over, hand on his chin and arms folded flat to his chest. Though the contents of the message are endearing, the captain’s expression suggests otherwise. He’s unnecessarily pensive. “Why--”
All in the room turn to look at him.
“Why the blanket? Why is there always mention of a blanket in these submissions?” he exasperates. It’s the most cryptic of things. “Is it customary for humans to wrap others? Some protective measure? Need we implement it?”
“It’s a courtship custom,” Jungkook squeaks, shy but sure. “They do it when they want you to mate with them.”
A bark of a cough sunders the air. “That’s not always the case, Jungkook.” There’s an unusual adamance to ____’s tone. “Sometimes it is just to comfort others, or show platonic affection. I told you that.”
The youngest Iluoli shoves out his bottom lip, but says nothing further.
Namjoon is lost in Niki’s list of confusing but well-meant wishes. There is one part he understands well enough, though. He looks up from his holopad, a dimpled smile reaching his eyes. “I’m the best and most handsome? Wow!”
