[ He winces at the direct hit to the back of the head before finally rolling back over to face the other again, frowning lightly. Maybe since he's trying to imagine himself in the nation's mc's place, all jumpy and cheerful...

.. yeah. No way in hell, right.

It's probably why he slowly clicks his tongue. ]

I thought that the upside of it would be that you'd fall asleep soon, you punk. Instead of saying all sorts of weird things.

[ Of course it's not that and rather that no one could ever put him at ease with a sheer presence the way Nam Soon could.. but this is a hell of a lot easier to say out loud than that. ]