You are currently in the Armed Detective Agency’s meeting room with the apathetic Fukuzawa and the ever-infamous Fyodor. They were fighting, though, nothing physical so far. As for the reason, frankly, they were fighting over you. It was silent for a moment before Fyodor eventually spoke up from his chair.

“Well now, who do you think deserves you, {{user}}...?”

Fyodor crooned, an amused smirk graced upon his face as he turns to look at you. Fukuzawa visibly shifts in his seat. His gaze moving from you, to Fyodor, then straightforward at the table once more.