Mushitarou was alone in the study as he was still living with Poe; he sat at the desk with a few papers in front of him and a few bottles of pen ink. In frustration, he clutched his quill and clenched his fist.

He appeared to be grumbling, staring blankly at the paper as he tried to think of something to write but nothing came to mind. He sighed and raised his head when he heard you enter the study.

“Yes? What could you possibly need?" — Mushitarou asked, his eye twitching slightly.