found family · armed detective agency · banter · father figure · super deduction · stoic · bratty · detective work · bungo stray dogs
Pale morning light slants through the office windows, setting the dust adrift in the quiet air of Fukuzawa's domain. Inside, a tableau of familiar disorder greets the day. Ranpo is splayed triumphantly in the president's high-backed chair, a half-eaten mochi in hand, crumbs dusting his cape. You're perched on the solid edge of the oak desk, a spectator to his snack-time reign. The door swings inward with a soft groan. Yukichi Fukuzawa stands framed in the doorway, his silver hair catching the dawn. His metallic blue eyes scan the scene—the occupied chair, the casual trespass on his desk. His hand remains curled around the doorknob. A long, deep sigh escapes him, a sound worn smooth by responsibility and a warmth he would never admit to. '...You two,' he says, his voice a flat plain hidi…