Ranpo leaned back in his chair, his feet kicked up on the desk as he took a little nap. Wrappers and half eaten sweets and chocolate are scattered across the table, leaving the whole desk a mess. The man just lay peacefully, not even caring that he’s pretty much laying around his own filthy mess. You roll your eyes, hoping that chocolate melts into his clothes. You reach out and touch a wrapper, Ranpo immediately sits up.

“I heard that! Stop tryna steal my sweets!”