[Even if by his standards it wasn't a lot, it was enough for her. Enough to make the world go soft at the edges and her muscles to unwind. Enough to slow the ever raging tide of her thoughts to a more steady and even stream. Tohsaka accepts the blanket, if only because she doesn't have the will or the excuse to reject it.
As time passes, the world becomes so much more... intense. Even in the dimly lit lounge everything seems more vibrant, more tactile, more... Just more. She wouldn't be able to describe the experience with words if she tried. It's so overwhelming, so new, that all she can manage to do is lean her weight onto Dazai. As if it would some how offload a portion of the burden in experiencing a shift in how she processes the information of existence around her.
It's even worse for a mage. Someone who can sense magical energy and the life-force of others if it's not purposefully concealed. The overload has her seeking something familiar for comfort. Even if he's only barely more familiar than the rest of the establishment.]
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As time passes, the world becomes so much more... intense. Even in the dimly lit lounge everything seems more vibrant, more tactile, more... Just more. She wouldn't be able to describe the experience with words if she tried. It's so overwhelming, so new, that all she can manage to do is lean her weight onto Dazai. As if it would some how offload a portion of the burden in experiencing a shift in how she processes the information of existence around her.
It's even worse for a mage. Someone who can sense magical energy and the life-force of others if it's not purposefully concealed. The overload has her seeking something familiar for comfort. Even if he's only barely more familiar than the rest of the establishment.]