[ If Jonas were someone closer– no, not even that. If Jonas were someone he knew was a fighter, someone else who bonded with people on that level, he might light-heartedly challenge him to regain some semblance of honor over his level of coordination. Even recovering from inebriation as he is, he respects that invisible boundary.
Besides, his focus is now drawn to the cute array of blankets Jonas has led him to, a perfect spot to stargaze and listen to the now more distant parade uninterrupted. Nice, honestly. ]
Private enough? [ A brief pause, another brief quirk of his lips. ]
No way. Private enough for me would be behind closed doors. [ So says the very openly introverted young man who's socially exhausted, and yet that doesn't stop him from suddenly moving to sit and get himself comfortable, flopping back onto blankets with a near immediate fold of arms behind his head. Finally... ]
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[ If Jonas were someone closer– no, not even that. If Jonas were someone he knew was a fighter, someone else who bonded with people on that level, he might light-heartedly challenge him to regain some semblance of honor over his level of coordination. Even recovering from inebriation as he is, he respects that invisible boundary.
Besides, his focus is now drawn to the cute array of blankets Jonas has led him to, a perfect spot to stargaze and listen to the now more distant parade uninterrupted. Nice, honestly. ]
Private enough? [ A brief pause, another brief quirk of his lips. ]
No way. Private enough for me would be behind closed doors. [ So says the very openly introverted young man who's socially exhausted, and yet that doesn't stop him from suddenly moving to sit and get himself comfortable, flopping back onto blankets with a near immediate fold of arms behind his head. Finally... ]