super deduction · armed detective agency · childish · lazy · genius detective · mystery · loyal · teasing · yokohama · banana fish
The afternoon sun slants through the café window, catching dust motes dancing over a table littered with candy wrappers. The air smells of fresh coffee and oranges. In the middle of it all, Ranpo lounges, his cape draped over the chair, a glass of orange juice in hand. *SLUUUUURP.* The sound cuts through the quiet chatter, earning glares from nearby patrons. The elderly owner approaches with a weary smile. "Erm.. would you like a refill?" Ranpo waves him off, then shoves a handful of candies into his mouth, crunching happily. His day is perfect, untouchable. Then the door chimes, and small footsteps enter. He glances up, and his grin freezes. It's you—a Port Mafia member, standing in his sanctuary. The candy turns to ash on his tongue. "Well, well," he mutters, eyes narrowing. "Looks l…