[ Dazai makes a point of gently coaxing Lula to lift her head and free up his knee, waiting until the little puff gives him room enough before he moves. As they are now, Linneus has to strain and exert himself to reach over the table to interact with him. With confirmation that doing so isn't just awkward maneuvering, but physically uncomfortable, it seems best to fix that. ]
Here, allow me....
[ Once his seat is pulled closer to Linneus' side of the table the arrangement significantly lessens his companion's burden, yet offers enough personal space that it doesn't read as a come on. If it was wholly welcome and the goal tonight was something friendlier than first meetings, they're near enough that Dazai could brush his knee along Linneus' own. But Dazai makes no such move to touch his new-found friend. If anything the nearness prevails him to behave more conservatively, further curbing his inherently flirtatious nature.
Before there's time to wonder over Dazai's decision, Linneus should find a finely decorated teacup filled and placed before him in it's matching dish, poured carefully by Dazai's hand. Lemon, cream and sugar all follow, as he relocates each close enough that Linneus needs not even extend his arm to select whichever he chooses.
The tiered tray itself, laden with cakes and sandwich bites as well, is drawn towards Linneus' side of the table in the event he wants to select for himself. ]
Please, don't push yourself.
[ For all the times Dazai has been a devastating and dark entity, resonating with a personality callous as the toothiest sandpaper and colder than arctic ice, he's capable of the polar opposite.
Linneus' intriguingly pacifistic beliefs nudge him there. But what solidifies it is meeting the man in person only to watch as he swallows down the kind of suffering that resonates with Dazai deep down into the marrow of his very bones. And maybe it's also an urge he feels to give what he's given, supplying the soothing-soft aura and kind words that Linneus allows him to soak in, like a balm over his battered and bruised heart. ]
Recovery is different for everyone.
[ The sleeves of Dazai's coat are pushed up as he pours his own cup of tea, exposing twin spirals of snow-white medical gauze rolled along the length of each arm. He does this without verbally drawing attention to them. Even so, if Linneus is clever he'll put two and two together to realize the display is a gentle reminder that Linneus is not alone. Whatever their differences, they're two sides of the same coin. Both men are processing the damage of deeply traumatic scars running far more than skin deep, yet which still manage to mar them there too. ]
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Here, allow me....
[ Once his seat is pulled closer to Linneus' side of the table the arrangement significantly lessens his companion's burden, yet offers enough personal space that it doesn't read as a come on. If it was wholly welcome and the goal tonight was something friendlier than first meetings, they're near enough that Dazai could brush his knee along Linneus' own. But Dazai makes no such move to touch his new-found friend. If anything the nearness prevails him to behave more conservatively, further curbing his inherently flirtatious nature.
Before there's time to wonder over Dazai's decision, Linneus should find a finely decorated teacup filled and placed before him in it's matching dish, poured carefully by Dazai's hand. Lemon, cream and sugar all follow, as he relocates each close enough that Linneus needs not even extend his arm to select whichever he chooses.
The tiered tray itself, laden with cakes and sandwich bites as well, is drawn towards Linneus' side of the table in the event he wants to select for himself. ]
Please, don't push yourself.
[ For all the times Dazai has been a devastating and dark entity, resonating with a personality callous as the toothiest sandpaper and colder than arctic ice, he's capable of the polar opposite.
Linneus' intriguingly pacifistic beliefs nudge him there. But what solidifies it is meeting the man in person only to watch as he swallows down the kind of suffering that resonates with Dazai deep down into the marrow of his very bones. And maybe it's also an urge he feels to give what he's given, supplying the soothing-soft aura and kind words that Linneus allows him to soak in, like a balm over his battered and bruised heart. ]
Recovery is different for everyone.
[ The sleeves of Dazai's coat are pushed up as he pours his own cup of tea, exposing twin spirals of snow-white medical gauze rolled along the length of each arm. He does this without verbally drawing attention to them. Even so, if Linneus is clever he'll put two and two together to realize the display is a gentle reminder that Linneus is not alone. Whatever their differences, they're two sides of the same coin. Both men are processing the damage of deeply traumatic scars running far more than skin deep, yet which still manage to mar them there too. ]