Comet found himself smiling as Spectrum addressed him, colors flaring. Hopefully that meant good things.

[i]"Do you want a kiss?"[/i]

Comet's eyes shot open and his face turned completely red, he attempted to respond, only getting out a grunt. He began to breathe heavily.

[i]Cachu sanctaidd, this is it this is it-[/i]

[i]"I think that's what girls are supposed to do when boys give them roses..."[/i]

Comet felt like the words themselves had taken physical form and punched him in the stomach. He stared open mouthed as she finished and walked away. He suddenly felt a sharp tinge of... something, he felt like he was standing wrong, like he needed to leave immediately.

He watched her as she walked away, unable to think of anything to do or say. He wiped his goggles and undid his bun, pulling his hair loose and shaking his head. He rubbed his temples and tried to figure out what the hell was even happening. Brushing his hands through his hair, he looked around the room with a look of confusion.

Finally, he clapped his hands and drifted over to one side of the room, pulling his hair back up and tying it with a sigh.

[i]Well this day totally isn't just ruined now.[/i]

He fell against a wall and crossed his arms. He looked about to see if anyone had seen that. It seemed as if he had been un-noticed, thankfully, if anyone had seen that he would have never gone to a social gathering ever again. Just as he felt like he was calming down, a realization came over Comet.

[i]Oh god I forgot to tell her not to kiss me.[/i]

He looked over at Spectrum, who was already approaching Dragon Heart. They were too close for him to intervene now, all he could do was wait for them to next meet and tell her the truth...

Or... he could make the best of this. It's not like the thought was arousing to him, but it would be hilarious to screw with her. That would definitely salvage the situation, at least in his eyes.

The color returned to his face and a mischievous grin was quick to follow it.

Despite these things, he couldn't help but feel an odd pit in his stomach. He felt... dread, not about the kiss, that was going to be incredibly humorous, but about something... indescribable. Like he had seen a ghost. Whatever it was he didn't like it. He decided to step outside for a moment, get some air, maybe that would help.

Within the next second he was out, seated on the ground in a slouch that would put a super-villain to shame. Yeah, this felt better, much better. What the hell was that anyway? He wondered, something in that room was causing that, and he had no clue what.