[ Dazai swallows the brunt of his thoughts, despite putting several pieces together. Linneus had obviously grown close to the child of his master, a man who owned him and therefore condoned the idea of possessing less fortunate people like property. It's not difficult to imagine that a parent such as that would make it hard for Linneus' friend to outgrow his father's beliefs or even his practices, even if their bond had been made early on. It's easy to assume they must have meet during childhood, when all ranks and classes are erased by a want for companionship and play. And yet this first master hadn't been Linneus' only one, but there had been no mention of being sold away, nor any suggestion that this friend was someone long forgotten in the past. If anything, Linneus speaks as if the man is still present in his life, going so far as to repeatedly instill in Linn the belief that he's been burdensome.
It's hard not to draw the conclusion that perhaps the childhood companion had become the master. And considering Linneus' profession- Dazai tries to imagine the difficulty of that on both sides, and how someone like Linneus would ever pose himself a problem to anyone. ]
When you put it that way, then I perhaps I should take what I said back.
[ Dazai gives a soft chuckle, but there's a dry undertone that clips the laugh off short. If that person only saw a problem in Linneus, where Dazai saw something precious, then instead of lucky perhaps the man was simply blind. ]
Yes, I can only imagine all the headaches you've wrought, Linneus: Fabled Bringer of Grief.
[ There's a scoff at the playful title, proving that he's anything but serious. But that dies when his companion all but vanishes into thin air, leaving behind the bundles of gathered fyrra and his floppy hair behind. ]
Linneus?
[ Dazai is cautious by nature, not prone to react on instinct or gut feelings alone. So when the other man disappears from view, he doesn't immediately rush forward in search of where Linn has gone.
This little Houdini act must be the result of a powerful sort of magic that's been activated, and to prevent triggering it again, Dazai stays rooted in place. Careful to not budge his feet an inch he simply reaches forward to pluck up the hat in search of a clue, only to get the surprise of his life beneath. ]
Let me know if it's okay for Dazai to work his detective magic.
It's hard not to draw the conclusion that perhaps the childhood companion had become the master. And considering Linneus' profession- Dazai tries to imagine the difficulty of that on both sides, and how someone like Linneus would ever pose himself a problem to anyone. ]
When you put it that way, then I perhaps I should take what I said back.
[ Dazai gives a soft chuckle, but there's a dry undertone that clips the laugh off short. If that person only saw a problem in Linneus, where Dazai saw something precious, then instead of lucky perhaps the man was simply blind. ]
Yes, I can only imagine all the headaches you've wrought, Linneus: Fabled Bringer of Grief.
[ There's a scoff at the playful title, proving that he's anything but serious. But that dies when his companion all but vanishes into thin air, leaving behind the bundles of gathered fyrra and his floppy hair behind. ]
Linneus?
[ Dazai is cautious by nature, not prone to react on instinct or gut feelings alone. So when the other man disappears from view, he doesn't immediately rush forward in search of where Linn has gone.
This little Houdini act must be the result of a powerful sort of magic that's been activated, and to prevent triggering it again, Dazai stays rooted in place. Careful to not budge his feet an inch he simply reaches forward to pluck up the hat in search of a clue, only to get the surprise of his life beneath. ]
...Linn, is that you?