If those mushrooms have been here as long as the Khalo people have, then they must have a solution.

[ As if Dazai would ever be able to simply forget Linneus, pocket or not. ] I could never, cross my heart.

[ Still, he has no plans on holding Linneus hostage, let alone in someplace like a mere pocket that's prone to being flattened out or rolled over onto. A little dollhouse, though... ]

Whoops! ...Are you doing okay down there?

[ It's not an intentional height joke, but once the words leave his mouth that familiar urge to tease has to be practically bitten down. Linneus isn't accustomed to Dazai's particular brand of taunting flirtations, and now that his pride is already wounded, with frayed nerves likely on edge, the entire point of pestering him would likely get lost in translation. ]

Unfortunately it'll be difficult to walk, keep my hand steady and look out for obstacles ahead.

[ But even as he says that, Dazai isn't sure where to place a person that's been turned into something tiny enough to sit in a teaspoon. Every option has it's risks; most of which even disallow him to keep an eye on Linneus, and at his current size not being able to be seen sounds like the ideal way to lose track of him. ]

But taking my eyes off you isn't the greatest plan either.