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Ranpo wasn’t quite used to being a delivery boy. He’d done it before, sure, but that was a long time ago and he ended up running away as soon as he got bored. He really needed the money now though; it was difficult to get by as a detective in Stella City, considering the (almost) complete lack of crime around here.
Despite being a mere delivery boy at the moment, he was quick to introduce himself as a detective as soon as the boy had opened the door. Of course, he wasn’t here to investigate. There was nothing interesting to investigate.
“Not letting me in, hmm? Surely you can’t be hiding anything suspicious,” the raven-haired teased. He quickly dropped the act however, and offered the other a small box. “Just kidding! I dropped by to deliver a package, ‘cuz I’m a mailman now too.”
“Ah, gomen but my nii-chan said not to talk to any strangers,” It was T.K’s turn to be embarrassed. “If you’re the mailman, I’m going to guess something’s from the Cereal Market? Did they get something for me?”
Thank god Patamon promised to stay low this time. This time he was genuinely curious of the sort. All the while he was in his bedroom, lazying about with content. Silly Digimon. T.K. mused and shook his head.
T.K;s gaze focused on the box.
“A box, huh? That’s still unexpected.”








