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An exaggerated sigh as he shrugs, hands raised at his sides to add to his feelings. "It's been so long now, and you still can't let it go, now can you, Mr. Fancy Hat?" Ranpo shakes his head in dismay and another shrug. "Talk about being childish." Does he particularly care about how Chuuya felt during the time inside Poe's novel? Absolutely not. Is he getting tired of the younger continuously pointing fingers at him and acting hostile due to that? More than he probably thought possible, yes.
"Alright, alright. Here's the deal. I'm in a good mood today and seeing how you're stressed out with your silly little job, I'll be so kind to offer you my very expertise so you can finish up earlier and enjoy the holiday like every other person." Now that's not an offer anyone gets easily, not to mention that the consultation costs of the greatest detective alive doesn't come cheap, but ah, he supposes he can make a small exception in this particular case. "The culprit you're looking for is hiding with one of the groups opposing the Port Mafia, blending in with the masses tonight due to the festivities. If you're really clueless, try fishing." Now that must be more than enough hints for someone like Chuuya to understand, right?
He can thank Ranpo later. He'll accept some high quality chocolate and snacks, you're welcome.
It honestly doesn't take a lot of goading for Chuuya to feel his eye twitch in elevated irritation, for his pulse to beat a little louder in his ears dealing with this obnoxious jackass that had the nerve to call him childish. Maybe he was, a little bit. It wasn't exactly accurate to say he didn't hold grudges, but to hold the kind of grudge where he actually got pissed off just hearing about someone was uncommon and usually reserved for a certain shithead named Dazai.
But maybe that's just the thing. Ranpo's particular flavor of obnoxious could almost make him an identical twin to Dazai, and maybe that was part of what pissed him off so much.
Only part of it, of course. The similarities, he could have overlooked, if not for getting trapped in that damn book. And not just when he and the Agency were behaving as active threats towards one another, but even after the chaos had dwindled down. Still he had been left to figure his way out -- which he eventually did -- but it was annoying as shit. Especially when it meant that not only was he taken out of play from doing his job, he didn't even have a way of knowing what was going on outside or the status of his Boss's life.
So of course he held a fucking grudge. No one got between him and protecting his Boss like that and got off scott-free, even if he had to wait a while to cash in on that grudge. It was only by Mori's orders that they maintain a cease-fire that stayed him from pummeling the cocky bastard six feet into the dirt where he belonged. Even when the other was within easy distance and just so happened to end up in his path, holiday spirit or whatever be damned.
At first, he listens with an annoyed, clueless stare, turning over what Ranpo said in his mind. It itches on his tongue that if Ranpo really wants to help and not just be another irritation and waste of precious time on his list of many other irritations, he should be more straightforward. He hates when people are cryptic like that. Its just another similarity to shitty Dazai that makes him hate the other man all the more...
But maybe its those three or so years working alongside Dazai as his partner that's prepared him to deal with Ranpo, seeing as they both like to play a similar guessing game, and the most likely answer to the question he never asks comes to him quickly, furrowing a brow and touching a gloved finger to his chin.
"Fishing, huh...?" The port and the city canals were all too far away from the street festivals to be the answer, but there was always those stupid little fishing game booths... and there were only so many game booths set up in general, which narrowed the search area significantly. Could that be it...?
