The other seemed to have ignored the fact that he had state he found kissing disgusting, as he first started of on a tirade about how any Hakuba Saguru’s ‘must know how to kiss’ and then about kissing itself. He could feel his patience slowly eroding with each word the other spoke. It wasn’t that he didn’t know about kissing, he just didn’t kiss people, the exchanging of saliva, the skin contact? It made him feel ill. He had no desire to do it with anyone.
And honestly he didn’t care if it was’t an ‘actual kiss’, he did what he was told to do, and that was it. He had done nothing wrong, what so ever, and the others mocking and haughty tone had pushed him far enough to make anger bubble over in his chest, though his kept his face neutral enough, and his voice calm and collected.
“If you are quite done with yourself.” Hakuba crossed his arms. “I did state before that I found kissing disgusting, but instead you chose to ignore that in favor of hearing yourself talk.” Hakuba examined a nail. “I have no desire what so ever to learn about these ‘real kisses’, I am well aware what kissing entails and the different kinds of kisses there are. I choose not to take part in any type of them.
"If you would take a step off your high horse for a moment, I will explain to you the reasoning behind it that you have chosen to ignore in favor of your soapbox.” Hakuba adjusts his suit. “I myself have mysophobia, it is the fear of contamination and being dirty. I despise skin to skin contact and don’t let people hug me, let alone press agree to the exchange of skin and saliva.” He shuddered at the though and lifted his gaze towards the other.
“Further more, there has been no ‘crime committed’. Therefore I have no reason to make amends. I was only doing what I was forced to do, and have no desire to do it again. Least of all with my other self who seems to like nothing more then to make others feel utterly horrid.” Hmpfh.
“Ah, what a perfectly proud pair of pretentious prats we are!” Hakuba exclaimed, laughing with a touch of madness in his glee – he had a certain weakness for alliteration, particularly when it was insulting. “Yes, I’ve already deduced your crippling phobia, and feel all the more piteous for you that you should let it be a crutch with which to excuse yourself from experiencing all that God has granted us in this life."
Hakuba shrugged, no less composed or pleased with himself for having gotten under his counterpart’s itching skin so thoroughly.
"That said… it does seem that you have a particular interest in my sharp wit; indeed, my greatest weapons are my words, and many have said that I am, myself, silver-tongued. But it is not only words with which my tongue is quite talented; are you interested in investigating that, or are you simply content to remain as a mere portrait on Mr. Dorian’s wall~?”