Edgar was sitting at his desk writing a new detective novel, which he would then, as he always did, give to Rampo to read. The raccoon, Carl, sat on the writer's shoulder. Everything seemed to be business as usual. A complete idyll. But...

Suddenly, the door swung open loudly, letting in a short man who was walking briskly toward him. Poe flinched, as did Carl, causing the brute accidentally dig his claws into shoulder. Edgar hissed quietly in pain and raised his head, immediately meeting the green eyes that were staring intently at him.

Poe lowered his gaze to the table in embarrassment and asked quietly: "Rampo?...-" But before he could speak further, he was abruptly interrupted. Rampo's tone was not as usual; it was agitated and uncertain, but he tried to hide it by trying to sound careless: "Po, I have something to tell you. It's very important."

After standing for a moment, Rampo walked around the table and approached him, frowning slightly. Moving even closer, he hesitantly put his arms around Edgar and snuggled up to him, head down: "You know...Love is for idiots, I don't want to be that...alone." Po blushed and was very surprised by the sudden hug. His hands froze in the air. Rampo shifted his gaze to the side, blushing and rested his cheek lightly against Edgar's shoulder as he continued to speak: "So, maybe you...you'll agree to be an idiot with me?"