[for dressing him, and the clothes. Dazai may not have been thinking of him necessarily, but Linneus still appreciates it. He raises his arms obediently - still that little catch of his shoulder; he'll probably be bruised there later. At least he's functionally clean - they didn't scrub under the water, but the worst is washed away, stirred out of his hair by Dazai's careful fingers.
In this moment he can't help but call to mind one of the things the housekeepers told him when he was a child - something like 'clean body, clean clothes, clean bed'. The provided clothes are comfortable, at least. It doesn't matter that they're not to Linneus personal taste.]
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[for dressing him, and the clothes. Dazai may not have been thinking of him necessarily, but Linneus still appreciates it. He raises his arms obediently - still that little catch of his shoulder; he'll probably be bruised there later. At least he's functionally clean - they didn't scrub under the water, but the worst is washed away, stirred out of his hair by Dazai's careful fingers.
In this moment he can't help but call to mind one of the things the housekeepers told him when he was a child - something like 'clean body, clean clothes, clean bed'. The provided clothes are comfortable, at least. It doesn't matter that they're not to Linneus personal taste.]
Your bandages are still wet...