Oh, but you misunderstand... I'm not afraid of you at any size.
[ The issue here is that Dazai can't touch him, let alone indulge in his urge to poke and prod in amusement at a miniaturized version of his partner, without the very real concern of doing him considerable harm. Being thimble-sized means that even the wrong brush of a thumb or sudden shift in his shoulders could either break an arm or send Chuuya soaring. And whatever their threats may have been to one another in the past, promising to dole out damage or fates far worse than those, Dazai has no intention of ever following through. The fact his ever-vigilant hand continues to play chaperone by shielding Chuuya upon his perch is proof enough of that. ]
It's a little difficult to fully appreciate your shrunken state when you're this microscopically small.
[ The tug of his hair is given all the notice it needs, urging him upright and back onto his little log bridge. But not without putting on a performance of a little laugh or two. In the back of his mind there's concern, muddled with a heady mixture of various other feelings revolving around Chuuya's present state. But among those is a sense of protectiveness he didn't plan on finding himself feeling today, coupled with the adoration that comes with knowing something more defenseless and dependent actually needs you. ]
You're right, at least. It's been a while since I had you in the palm of my hand.
[ Even though he's facing forward in his trek towards the village, Chuuya should be close enough to watch the thoughtful grin spread over Dazai's face. No further works need to be spoken, nor any actions given, for it to be apparent what's on his mind. The smirk uncoils itself right alongside thoughts that both suggest an upper-hand and other activities that didn't always rely upon blackmail. ]
I wonder if the antidote only returns you to normal. Or if they'll make you a couple inches shorter, if I pay extra.
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[ The issue here is that Dazai can't touch him, let alone indulge in his urge to poke and prod in amusement at a miniaturized version of his partner, without the very real concern of doing him considerable harm. Being thimble-sized means that even the wrong brush of a thumb or sudden shift in his shoulders could either break an arm or send Chuuya soaring. And whatever their threats may have been to one another in the past, promising to dole out damage or fates far worse than those, Dazai has no intention of ever following through. The fact his ever-vigilant hand continues to play chaperone by shielding Chuuya upon his perch is proof enough of that. ]
It's a little difficult to fully appreciate your shrunken state when you're this microscopically small.
[ The tug of his hair is given all the notice it needs, urging him upright and back onto his little log bridge. But not without putting on a performance of a little laugh or two. In the back of his mind there's concern, muddled with a heady mixture of various other feelings revolving around Chuuya's present state. But among those is a sense of protectiveness he didn't plan on finding himself feeling today, coupled with the adoration that comes with knowing something more defenseless and dependent actually needs you. ]
You're right, at least. It's been a while since I had you in the palm of my hand.
[ Even though he's facing forward in his trek towards the village, Chuuya should be close enough to watch the thoughtful grin spread over Dazai's face. No further works need to be spoken, nor any actions given, for it to be apparent what's on his mind. The smirk uncoils itself right alongside thoughts that both suggest an upper-hand and other activities that didn't always rely upon blackmail. ]
I wonder if the antidote only returns you to normal. Or if they'll make you a couple inches shorter, if I pay extra.