[at least he was more dignified this time around, when before it was just... anything he could to pull himself onto Dazai's palm]
I think they would not be quite so scandalised as you think, if they were aware of my size at the time.
[but of course he fully expects Dazai to omit that particular detail in favour of shock value and, well. Linneus can't do much about that beyond hoping that the person he recounts his story to is familiar enough with him to recognise the obvious exaggeration.
He holds tight while Dazai grabs the fyrra; relieved at least that he isn't jogged or jostled too much with the movement or as the other man begins to talk. Goodness, but they are moving so quickly...]
...how tall exactly am I? I fear I've lost all sense of proportion...
[and seeing things from this perspective is so strange - things he wouldn't be able to notice, normally, like the weave of Dazai's shirt, the stitching of the top buttonholes nearest to him thick like rope, almost, and he reaches out to see if it feels that way as well.]
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I think they would not be quite so scandalised as you think, if they were aware of my size at the time.
[but of course he fully expects Dazai to omit that particular detail in favour of shock value and, well. Linneus can't do much about that beyond hoping that the person he recounts his story to is familiar enough with him to recognise the obvious exaggeration.
He holds tight while Dazai grabs the fyrra; relieved at least that he isn't jogged or jostled too much with the movement or as the other man begins to talk. Goodness, but they are moving so quickly...]
...how tall exactly am I? I fear I've lost all sense of proportion...
[and seeing things from this perspective is so strange - things he wouldn't be able to notice, normally, like the weave of Dazai's shirt, the stitching of the top buttonholes nearest to him thick like rope, almost, and he reaches out to see if it feels that way as well.]