@daitanna‘s Kichona came at Gost with: “Wow, never expected ta meet a nomu so… What’s the word?” Finger & thumb would cradle the puppeteer’s chin, tilting his head to one side. “Gay? Ya, thas the word.”
For the first part, Gost simply blinks --- expecting something else entirely. Orange. That’s the first word that usually comes to people’s minds and the nomu doesn’t blame them. It’s everywhere. His hair. His eyes. His skin. His feathers. Even his blood is now a bright, obnoxious orange. And that’s usually what people want to talk the most about --- that’s usually what people zero-in on choose to tease him about. But instead? The puppeteer stuns him into silence. ‘Gay.’ The word used used to describe him is ‘gay’ and it seems to stop everything. Feathers puff to about twice their usual size. Hands open and close at his sides. Orange brows knit and he very clearly fidgets in place. Even with the sunglasses, he avoids actual eye-contact --- preferring the wall or the floor.
“I’m not --- I mean I’m --- that’s none of your --- ...” Oh. His voice falters, and when the heat rises to his cheeks and ears? That’s a deep orange, too. “Rude.”