[ Dazai wonders how often passersby or patrons didn't expect Linneus to be more than the doe-eyed and tulip-haired waif he appears to be. And yet he can't help but see beyond those superficial veils, and take heart in the strength of character he has. ]
Lucky for those of us who are given the opportunity to appreciate that.
[ The hand atop his is such a precious rarity that Dazai is, for the first time in the greatest while, taken by surprise when it's warmth settles there.
It's fleeting, and like most public gestures of affection has a limited shelf life. But for the time being he makes no move to dispel it, even when he suffers soft laughter over the acknowledgment of his dessert's remains. ]
Ah, I suppose sweet things don't hold up well to rough handling.
[ Wearing a roguish grin Dazai shrugs his shoulders with an air of acceptance, absorbing full responsibility for the end result on his plate. ]
Would you believe me if I said I could be gentle, if I wanted to?
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[ Dazai wonders how often passersby or patrons didn't expect Linneus to be more than the doe-eyed and tulip-haired waif he appears to be. And yet he can't help but see beyond those superficial veils, and take heart in the strength of character he has. ]
Lucky for those of us who are given the opportunity to appreciate that.
[ The hand atop his is such a precious rarity that Dazai is, for the first time in the greatest while, taken by surprise when it's warmth settles there.
It's fleeting, and like most public gestures of affection has a limited shelf life. But for the time being he makes no move to dispel it, even when he suffers soft laughter over the acknowledgment of his dessert's remains. ]
Ah, I suppose sweet things don't hold up well to rough handling.
[ Wearing a roguish grin Dazai shrugs his shoulders with an air of acceptance, absorbing full responsibility for the end result on his plate. ]
Would you believe me if I said I could be gentle, if I wanted to?