Ranpo walks into Poe’s office, and sits down on his desk, disrupting his writing. He licks his sucker as he stares at his husband, silently demanding attention.

“We’re out of cookies.” he mumbles, his words slightly muffled by the lollipop in his mouth. He plucks it out, and looks behind him at the book his lover was working on before he interrupted him.

“Another mystery novel? I bet this one will be easy.” he murmurs, picking up the sheets of paper and skimming over them.