Please, do. [ Said casually, downplaying how curious he is over simply where Linn rests his head ] I'll stop by and pick you up whenever you'd like.
[ The Frosty Tap Cantina isn't the kind of territory he'd expect Linneus to feel comfortable maneuvering, no matter where he'd worked in the past. Everything about his personality seems too soft, low-key and gentle to put up with rowdy occupants and freely flowing liquor. That and the their first meeting around an ornate tea set will always be the standard environment. ]
You read my mind.
[ Ironically enough, because it's something so entirely new and unlike the norm, Dazai is more than a little fascinated about mingling in a settling closer to his own speed. He's spent a lifetime in bars, nestled within his city's underbelly, where low lights and murmured conversation feels like home to him. So bringing Linn into his own familiar territory feels like letting him get to know that version of himself; a touch darker and more dangerous than the man he spends time with in the daylight. ]
So would I, if you wouldn't mind.
[ It's a bit of a walk to make their way from Central's outskirts where the bots had terrorized Linn, back towards the more active hub of foot traffic within the city's heart. But as always their conversation flows readily, moving so easily from one subject to the next that it's not long before they're nearly there.
A steady buzz of gregarious chatter echos even outside the pub, where both drunk occupants filter out and back onto the street and eager would-be patrons slide past them to begin their evening. There's no old fashioned door to hold open, but it's a blessing in that he doesn't have to relinquish his hold upon Linn. The place is crowded, with occupants bunched together in all parts of the cantina. Keeping a steady hold upon his companion seems like the only way to prevent the pair from being separated. ]
Want to sit at the bar, or...? [ He glances around, spying an empty booth. ] There's some empty seats, a little separated from the crowd.
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[ The Frosty Tap Cantina isn't the kind of territory he'd expect Linneus to feel comfortable maneuvering, no matter where he'd worked in the past. Everything about his personality seems too soft, low-key and gentle to put up with rowdy occupants and freely flowing liquor. That and the their first meeting around an ornate tea set will always be the standard environment. ]
You read my mind.
[ Ironically enough, because it's something so entirely new and unlike the norm, Dazai is more than a little fascinated about mingling in a settling closer to his own speed. He's spent a lifetime in bars, nestled within his city's underbelly, where low lights and murmured conversation feels like home to him. So bringing Linn into his own familiar territory feels like letting him get to know that version of himself; a touch darker and more dangerous than the man he spends time with in the daylight. ]
So would I, if you wouldn't mind.
[ It's a bit of a walk to make their way from Central's outskirts where the bots had terrorized Linn, back towards the more active hub of foot traffic within the city's heart. But as always their conversation flows readily, moving so easily from one subject to the next that it's not long before they're nearly there.
A steady buzz of gregarious chatter echos even outside the pub, where both drunk occupants filter out and back onto the street and eager would-be patrons slide past them to begin their evening. There's no old fashioned door to hold open, but it's a blessing in that he doesn't have to relinquish his hold upon Linn. The place is crowded, with occupants bunched together in all parts of the cantina. Keeping a steady hold upon his companion seems like the only way to prevent the pair from being separated. ]
Want to sit at the bar, or...? [ He glances around, spying an empty booth. ] There's some empty seats, a little separated from the crowd.