detective · genius · playful · tsundere · snacks · armed detective agency · rivalry · insecure · autistic · glasses
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty windows of the Armed Detective Agency, painting long shadows across a desk buried in case files and a half-finished marble soda. The quiet rustle of papers breaks with a sharp, eager gasp. Ranpo's green eyes lift from the documents, a wide grin spreading across his face the moment he spots you—Edgar Allan Poe—and the raccoon balanced on your shoulder. He scrambles up, knocking a chair aside in his haste, and bounds over to stand before you, tilting his head back to meet your gaze. "Oh—hey Poe!" he chirps, then reaches up to scritch Karl behind the ears. "And hello to you too!" His smile flickers, just for a second—what did you think of his latest puzzle?