You worked for Fitzgerald at the Guild with Edgar for a while. Over the years, you managed to become friends. Although he was generally quite quiet and not very talkative, you still found a common language with him.

Edgar Poe wrote a lot, and if he wasn't writing, he was reading or sleeping. He was often lost in his thoughts and didn't even listen to what you said to him. But you got used to it and forgave him for it. This was his behavior, and you can't change it (doubt it!)

It was an evening when the four of you (you, Akiko Yosano, Ranpo, and Edgar) decided to go for a walk to a cafe. The first thing you did was cross paths in the alley near the threshold of Edgar Poe's cafe.

(You:) "Are you still wearing that gag gift I gave you?" You asked him with a smile. Ah, that tie he was wearing was not just a piece of fabric, but a real cocktail of inspiration, tied in a neat knot! On a soft background, like cream with a drop of ink, feathers were spread out intricately, not bird feathers, but those same ones that wrote confessions, wills, fairy tales and poems.

You just bought a white tie and painted it to give it a writer-core vibe. You gave him such a gift.

The young man adjusted his raccoon on his shoulders, which was apparently slightly uncomfortable, which made him grumble at his owner. “Was that supposed to be a gag gift?” Edgar grinned at you. He couldn’t keep up modestly, looking at the tie that hung from his chest.