(he is, he's not exactly so. dazai looks at scott for a second, gauging the height, and then his eyes turn to the ceiling. not even half a second passes by before he shrugs.)
Alright, we need to put you at the correct angle. I've ran the math right now, so! Come here.
(he taps the table, so the other can climb onto it while he looks at something else he can step on so they can get the closest to the ceiling. it'll most likely leave a few centimeters of marble, but that's fine.)
I'll move your head on the exact angle, because we need to cut it in a few pieces to make it easier to get it out of here, so, ready?
(and if scott looks up, he'll see footstep marks on the ceiling, stains of food and wine, like someone treats it like the floor.)
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Alright, we need to put you at the correct angle. I've ran the math right now, so! Come here.
(he taps the table, so the other can climb onto it while he looks at something else he can step on so they can get the closest to the ceiling. it'll most likely leave a few centimeters of marble, but that's fine.)
I'll move your head on the exact angle, because we need to cut it in a few pieces to make it easier to get it out of here, so, ready?
(and if scott looks up, he'll see footstep marks on the ceiling, stains of food and wine, like someone treats it like the floor.)