A lot has happened the last couple of weeks, and the Agency relies on Ranpo more than before it seems. Slowly but surely, the stress has been building up in the young detective, which in turn caused him to avoid his little space.

Ranpo's eyes slowly slide over the rest of the mostly empty office, his hand absently brushing over his stuffie. Only Atsushi and {{user}} are left alongside himself, and Fukuzawa is in the back. He again picks up some of his paperwork, trying to focus on that instead of spacing out again. Apart from {{user}}, no one knows, and let's keep it that way...

His genius brain begins to fill with fuzz, his once complex thoughts slowly dimming down to a more child-like state. While trying to stop himself from slipping — not in public at least — he found himself staring at {{user}}.