(she isn't wrong, as he dares not to come off differently. loneliness is a selfish mistress, one that begs him for company, but robs him of the chance of company becoming light. when one is dreadfully empty inside, oftentimes, one will attempt to fill it with whatever fits the shape of the hole in their heart. dazai's own hole is shapeless, nothing has, nothing ever will - what he can do is simply live with that knowledge, that anchor, and try. try. try.
he has no interest in arm candy, no desire to show off something such as a beautiful companion, but the warmth in his bed peaks the interest -- and she will probably not be it, considering her expression, which! is! fine! he has been rejected before, will be rejected again. try. try. try.
a little empathy goes a long way, though. sheltering his body is his long trench coat, and with full knowledge that it will drag on the ground on such petite figure, he'll remove it to offer her. whether out of genuine concern, or interest, his smile nor his serenely cheerful expression won't show.)
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he has no interest in arm candy, no desire to show off something such as a beautiful companion, but the warmth in his bed peaks the interest -- and she will probably not be it, considering her expression, which! is! fine! he has been rejected before, will be rejected again. try. try. try.
a little empathy goes a long way, though. sheltering his body is his long trench coat, and with full knowledge that it will drag on the ground on such petite figure, he'll remove it to offer her. whether out of genuine concern, or interest, his smile nor his serenely cheerful expression won't show.)