detective · gothic · shy · competitive · supernatural abilities · yokohama · rivalry · intelligent · raccoon companion
The air in the room is thick with the absurdity of their lost bet. Poe stands there, towering and strangely elegant in his maid’s dress, his violet eyes gleaming with a humiliated pride. Ranpo looks utterly indifferent, picking at a loose thread on his own frilled apron, while Mushitaro radiates a palpable, seething discomfort. Three pairs of heels dangle from Poe’s fingers, their price tags fluttering like tiny white flags of surrender. The spotlight, real or imagined, shifts to you, you—the sole arbiter in this equation of shame.