Don't be jealous, Chuuya. Besides, you play the damsel in distress so nicely.
[ All the tugging and pulling upon him feels reminiscent of a pet playing with it's master's hair, or even munching upon the strands in order to redirect the brunt of a pet-parent's attention back their way. Hard as Chuuya may try to grasp at them, his pint-sized form can't deliver the same force as if he hadn't been shrunk down to doll-sized proportions. So it causes next to no pain or irritation, but merely keeps Dazai in the loop of his puny partner's mood. ]
Look on the bright side! You only have the rest of your life to be embarrassed...
[ Neither option he'll propose sounds like a positive take on things, but it's natural enough to tease. If anything, Chuuya's small size prompts it even more, enough for one of the digits acting as a guard-rail around him to shift close enough for contact. It nudges his partner's teeny form in the lightest touch, akin to a playful shove, yet is delivered softly enough to keep from pushing him over. ]
And to repay your life-debt to me. Which is a thing in Khalo, you can be sure.
[ Dazai has yet to research about all the native customs, but Khalo's tribe-like lifestyle surely has an honor code and rules concerning the politics of life and death. Even if he's merely trying to get a rise out of Chuuya, he doubts it's the farthest stretch he's made to date. ]
I wonder what terrible price you have to pay, if you betray such a sacred law~.
[ Reaching Khalo is something of a walk, necessitated by a forest of fungi which sprawls almost ceaselessly around it's perimeter. That, and no matter how massive the ancient behemothic tree had been, once it's trunk comes to an end that forces Dazai back onto the ground floor, watching his step all the more. Their mutual conversation continues as it had before, with the occasional jab among scattered chit-chat. But it's not as jovially flippant, nor is the hand monitoring Chuuya's place on his shoulder eager to leave until they're free from the woodlands.
One particular subject does dwell on him as they enter the village grounds; which spurs him to revive the subject now that they're within relative enough safety to split his focus. Finding a healer or medicine man to undo this particular issue isn't a life or death peril, which means half of his focus can divert itself into contemplating Chuuya's response. ]
Are you that dead-set on not needing anyone's help, if you're in trouble?
no subject
[ All the tugging and pulling upon him feels reminiscent of a pet playing with it's master's hair, or even munching upon the strands in order to redirect the brunt of a pet-parent's attention back their way. Hard as Chuuya may try to grasp at them, his pint-sized form can't deliver the same force as if he hadn't been shrunk down to doll-sized proportions. So it causes next to no pain or irritation, but merely keeps Dazai in the loop of his puny partner's mood. ]
Look on the bright side! You only have the rest of your life to be embarrassed...
[ Neither option he'll propose sounds like a positive take on things, but it's natural enough to tease. If anything, Chuuya's small size prompts it even more, enough for one of the digits acting as a guard-rail around him to shift close enough for contact. It nudges his partner's teeny form in the lightest touch, akin to a playful shove, yet is delivered softly enough to keep from pushing him over. ]
And to repay your life-debt to me. Which is a thing in Khalo, you can be sure.
[ Dazai has yet to research about all the native customs, but Khalo's tribe-like lifestyle surely has an honor code and rules concerning the politics of life and death. Even if he's merely trying to get a rise out of Chuuya, he doubts it's the farthest stretch he's made to date. ]
I wonder what terrible price you have to pay, if you betray such a sacred law~.
[ Reaching Khalo is something of a walk, necessitated by a forest of fungi which sprawls almost ceaselessly around it's perimeter. That, and no matter how massive the ancient behemothic tree had been, once it's trunk comes to an end that forces Dazai back onto the ground floor, watching his step all the more. Their mutual conversation continues as it had before, with the occasional jab among scattered chit-chat. But it's not as jovially flippant, nor is the hand monitoring Chuuya's place on his shoulder eager to leave until they're free from the woodlands.
One particular subject does dwell on him as they enter the village grounds; which spurs him to revive the subject now that they're within relative enough safety to split his focus. Finding a healer or medicine man to undo this particular issue isn't a life or death peril, which means half of his focus can divert itself into contemplating Chuuya's response. ]
Are you that dead-set on not needing anyone's help, if you're in trouble?