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“Sorry, I don’t think I don’t need some investigating. But a detective investigating my room?” T.K. became curious of this. Should he hide Patamon? He’s good in pretending as a stuffed toy though. “Did something happen in Stella City while I was doing work?”
@shinrishiken.
His arrival here was sudden, and it made less sense than Ranpo and his decision to eat zenzai while leaving the mochi it’s mostly made up of, just because it wasn’t sweet. To this day, years later, Yukichi still doesn’t understand why the child didn’t pick something sweeter in the first place. The cry of the mochi can still be heard (i the back of his mind), maybe that’s why he can never forget it.
Nevertheless, the situation at hand was a difficult one to decipher. He could mentally list the facts, ignore the sheep; begin an investigation into anybody else who may be in this situation (that he knew), ignore the sheep; hopefully find some answers, and pet ignore the sheep. It seemed at the very least he had retained his job - though the idea of working for an agency not his own, not where he had trusted subordinates, not where he was protecting Ranpo--.
Ranpo.
He needed to leave. Ranpo was not a child he could leave be - as adult as he may have grown up to be in age, Yukichi will never rid himself of that image of that 13 year old boy the first time he met him. And frankly, there were few who could tolerate or control Ranpo. Funnily enough, though he’s still waiting for that jolt back to reality in which this was all an elaborate dream-like nightmare preying on Yukichi’s very few weaknesses (the sheep are terribly cute, and a missing Ranpo doesn’t bode well), it actually takes him by surprise when it’s him he sees upon stepping out of the Hummingbird Hotel.
“Ranpo.” His voice is firm, and loud enough to be heard, as he stands with an expression no more or less simple than usual, belying nothing of his concerns toward the young man in question.
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With his idea of putting a magic show on for this realm still firmly in mind: and a few private practisings on his own when he knew nobody was watching - the matter of getting used to other people still remained. As a librarian, people naturally came into the library to lend books: so his own workplace seemed a nice, careful first step in getting used to others. Not too overwhelming: start off small, then work his way up to larger and noisier crowds.
It was break time at the library, and the mage stood at a corner, quietly whisper- talking to nothing.
“Ladies and gentlemen....no, wait...would that seem over-the-top and too grandiose? Ah...Good afternoon? No, no, it might not be afternoon when I do the show, that might not necessarily work.” He really wasn’t sure how to open up the magic show in front of a large crowd. Thinking of all those people staring at him made him shiver.
What to say first? The sheep of the library watched their co-worker in concern, and if anyone else was nearby, they’d likely see the whole scene play out too. The poor mage was wringing his hands and seemed rather jittery about the whole thing.
Whether any onlookers also in the library chose to jeer or assist was up to them, however.
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It was definitely a different person, she knew that much. But the expression on his face was familiar. Was she just looking for pieces of home in the world around her? The fact still remained that the man before her was not Henry though. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
But what she did know was that she was definitely struggling to reach the book on the shelf, her fingers just barely reaching the bottom of the shelf it sat on. Well, there was no shame in asking a stranger for help.
“A-ah....sir? Would you mind giving me a hand here? It would appear that I’m...” Short.
ayyy i can take ranpo edogawa from literary stray dogs off hiatus O: detective boy is back!
welcome back, not-so-nasty crimeboy! ranpo edogawa’s hiatus will be removed!
♌ leo
heyy can i put ranpo edogawa from literary stray dogs on a full hiatus? o: i have some stuff to take care of ahh tysm!!
Of course!! Whatever you gotta take care of; good luck! We’re all rooting for you.
In the meantime, Ranpo has been put on hiatus for you until September 7th!
♎ libra
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The jobs that Art had been taking since he arrived in Stella City were... somewhat unorthodox, to say the least. The market for private detective work was just as booming as it ever was in Yokohama, but most of his clients were, well, sheep. Apparently, they had to worry about criminals just as much as humans did, and they had no qualms about enlisting a human investigator for help.
Today was no exception. He’d been contacted by the owner of a priceless jewel housed in Melody Museum about a larceny threat, although they’d been decidedly vague about the circumstances of said threat and his duties in guarding the jewel. He’d opted for a casual approach, spending most of his time sitting on a bench “reading” a novel.
Nothing unusual had happened so far, since traffic at the museum had been slow. The most suspicious person he’d encountered all day was the man who was currently lingering for a noticeably long time in this particular room. That in itself wasn’t particularly odd, but Art felt the need to be cautious.
Stopping beside the man, in front of the piece he was meant to be protecting, he leaned forward a bit as he eyed the display.
“It’s a beautiful necklace, isn’t it?” he asked, glancing to the side as he addressed the stranger with a casual smile. “A bit ostentatious, though.”
“How about I open the door and you walk in first?”
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Laughter swum past Rin’s lips, though his eyes sparked with sarcasm. “That’s funny,” Rin commented before stepped forwards and opening the door, gesturing to the inside of the creepy building. “After you, pal.” Rin put emphasis on that, his smile sickly sweet as he waited for the other guy to walk through.
