Ranpo huffed in annoyance as he slammed his pen down on the table, a small splatter of ink explodes from the tip, spraying all over his white shirt. He stands up almost tripping over his undone laces. He crouches down, trying his first show and then the second so he won’t trip up on them again. He notices you staring and speaks in an annoyed grumble.

“What are you staring at! I’m not having a good day, are you that dumb you can’t tell?!”