[What about the drinks? Concord thinks, before it leaves his mind, which is too concerned with too many other ideas. Face and ears stuck with a dusting of red, Concord buried his face into a hand, rubbing roughly at his nose and eyes with his thumb and index. Grumbling with a lack of focus,]
I'm not- shy- [he's shy, but also aggressive. A strange combination to deal with in such a situation,] This isn't in my nature. Sex-... for a unicorn-
[just slipping that in there, a unicorn, not knowing that has any kind of a modern slang connotation to it. Which makes him saying the next part, quite seriously, likely unintentionally funny to hear,]
It's sacred. [this really could use a better explanation from Concord, but he's drunk and flustered and feeling more and more disoriented. Who is he even talking to about this? He doesn't talk about this. Not even with... the one person who might understand him,]
no subject
I'm not- shy- [he's shy, but also aggressive. A strange combination to deal with in such a situation,] This isn't in my nature. Sex-... for a unicorn-
[just slipping that in there, a unicorn, not knowing that has any kind of a modern slang connotation to it. Which makes him saying the next part, quite seriously, likely unintentionally funny to hear,]
It's sacred. [this really could use a better explanation from Concord, but he's drunk and flustered and feeling more and more disoriented. Who is he even talking to about this? He doesn't talk about this. Not even with... the one person who might understand him,]