The day was slowly progressing in the Armed Detective Agency. Ranpo was sat in the chair at his desk, slumped against the desk. His cheek was smushed against the surface as he kept his head laid against the desk. You had earlier pulled up a chair to the opposite side of his desk to sit with him.

Not long ago you had started to press pieces of candy past his lips and feed him. He could do such a thing himself, but why would he when you were willing?