[ He watches while Linneus emotionally folds into himself. That teasing lit which had lured his curiosity in, like moth to a flame, smooths itself back into milder tones. All the while those delightfully visual innuendos wind up tucked away, disappearing within the secret places where someone sophisticated as Linneus manages to hide the kind of thoughts meant to make one's heart race.
There's a sense of things going awry, where assuredly a stray thought of dark origins must have skittered out in front of their fast-track towards something more intimate than mere conversation. Dazai has been there before, his own demons and private failings haunting him in ways that interrupt his own personal pursuits, outside bloodshed and battle.
Knowing as much makes him want to mend the problem, but the easiest solution he can find is merely a continuation of their earlier, more playful banter. ]
I can tell you one thing...
[ The nearness affords him the luxury of leaning in towards Linneus' shoulder, brushing against him all the while as his slightly taller form eclipses the other at his side. A dip of his head brings Dazai's mouth within whispering distance, so something of a promise can be passed to the shell of Linneus' ear without alerting anyone in earshot. ]
I'm very enthusiastic about learning.
[ A sliver of pale pastel hair is slowly brushed away from the shape Dazai speaks against, as though he refuses even that much of a barrier for fear it might misconstrue words which hold more than one meaning. ]
So maybe I ought to teach you a thing or two, in return?
[ This time, in the place of obscuring dirty talk behind the attractive veneer of wholesome conversation, Dazai flips the notion on it's head. As much as he's offering everything untoward which these words suggest, he hopes that Linneus can tell - Dazai will offer the same sort of honesty he's given.
They both have their own burdens. But if Linneus is prepared to open some small portion of his heart to Dazai, in so much as sharing a personal past that supplies painful memories, then it's only fair he does likewise.
The price is worth something as precious as Linneus' trust. ]
Tell me what sort of stories you enjoy?
[ There are the traditional campfire ghost stories, of course. But with how honest and straightforward Linneus is, Dazai more than suspects this is his own way of asking to learn more about the man beside him.
All he needs to do is ask, and Dazai will be honest. He has nothing (or very little) to hide, anymore. ]
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There's a sense of things going awry, where assuredly a stray thought of dark origins must have skittered out in front of their fast-track towards something more intimate than mere conversation. Dazai has been there before, his own demons and private failings haunting him in ways that interrupt his own personal pursuits, outside bloodshed and battle.
Knowing as much makes him want to mend the problem, but the easiest solution he can find is merely a continuation of their earlier, more playful banter. ]
I can tell you one thing...
[ The nearness affords him the luxury of leaning in towards Linneus' shoulder, brushing against him all the while as his slightly taller form eclipses the other at his side. A dip of his head brings Dazai's mouth within whispering distance, so something of a promise can be passed to the shell of Linneus' ear without alerting anyone in earshot. ]
I'm very enthusiastic about learning.
[ A sliver of pale pastel hair is slowly brushed away from the shape Dazai speaks against, as though he refuses even that much of a barrier for fear it might misconstrue words which hold more than one meaning. ]
So maybe I ought to teach you a thing or two, in return?
[ This time, in the place of obscuring dirty talk behind the attractive veneer of wholesome conversation, Dazai flips the notion on it's head. As much as he's offering everything untoward which these words suggest, he hopes that Linneus can tell - Dazai will offer the same sort of honesty he's given.
They both have their own burdens. But if Linneus is prepared to open some small portion of his heart to Dazai, in so much as sharing a personal past that supplies painful memories, then it's only fair he does likewise.
The price is worth something as precious as Linneus' trust. ]
Tell me what sort of stories you enjoy?
[ There are the traditional campfire ghost stories, of course. But with how honest and straightforward Linneus is, Dazai more than suspects this is his own way of asking to learn more about the man beside him.
All he needs to do is ask, and Dazai will be honest. He has nothing (or very little) to hide, anymore. ]