Poe decided to walk rather than drive. He didn't think he could drive properly with his heart racing.
Yes, Poe actually lived in Yokohama. He'd become a citizen, and got a house. He'd quit the Guild. And while... yes, Ranpo motivated some of that, it was also so that he could focus on writing more often than not.
Once at the agency, he poked his head through the doorway just as normal. Everyone was either working or bothering someone else. Ranpo was at his desk, not doing much work or seemed. Poe wasn't sure why he was freaking out. He should be happy. Ranpo would care about him now.
"Uhm- Ranpo," Poe always did this- called the others name from the door because he was too shy to just walk in quietly. And it was odd too, because Poe wasn't exactly the shy type of person. Not until he got around Ranpo, it seemed.
"Ohhh, Hi Poe!" Ranpo waved his arm enthusiastically. Like always. "Did you finish that new mystery novel?" He asked as Poe walked to his desk.
"I did." Poe nodded and set the book down on Ranpo's desk.
"I'll let you know when I finish reading it, Mkay?" Ranpo picked up the book, opening it to the first page. Poe simply nodded.
He fidgeted with his fingers. Nothing had changed. Why hadn't anything changed? He wrote it down. Ranpo was supposed to care about him now. Things were supposed to change.
Poe bit his nail. Could it be the way he wrote it? He specified names. Hm.. It was perplexing. The page wasn't complicated. It's not like you needed to specify a place and a time. Right? Maybe- maybe Poe just- wrote it wrong? Does that make any sense? Maybe he misspelled something. He'd check later.
"Did you need something else?" Ranpo spoke up.
Poe hadn't realized he'd just been standing there for a few minutes in his thoughts. You know it's my birthday... "No. Nothing else." Poe turned as quickly left the office. Do people that care for each other not comment on each other's birthdays? I'm certain they do..
Poe grumbled quietly to himself as he stepped outside the agency office. He reached for the book, fumbling for the page in a panic. He read it. Nothing was wrong. It all- was written correctly. Maybe.. maybe he had to write the type of care he wanted. And whilst he couldn't admit it to anyone, he could do it on this paper no one would ever see.
Ranpo Edogawa loves Edgar Allen Poe.
"Eh-?" At the sound of someone else's voice, Poe looked over. Ranpo had stepped out of the office. "Did you still need something?" Ranpo raised an eyebrow.
Poe stared at him, like he'd been caught red handed. And in a sense, he had. His hands began to tremble.
"Helloooo." Ranpo waved his hand in Poe's face. "Space cadeeet~ are you writing more?" He yoinked the page from his hand. "On just one page? That's odd-!" Ranpo didn't even get a chance to look at the page or what was written on it before it was snatched from his hands. And Poe ran off. Ranpo blinked a few times, confused as he watched him run away.
"Weirdo." Ranpo smiled and stretched his arms. He was going out for more snacks. He'd slipped some into Poe's pockets while he wasn't looking as a surprise birthday girl. The reason that the words that Poe had written down on to the page didn't do anything, was because they were already a reality. Ranpo was just very bad at expressing his feelings.
Poe was acting odd all morning. Ranpo decided to follow him, from a distance.
Poe returned to where he lived, sitting on the front porch. He sighed. That was close. He picked at the skin around his fingers, sighing. He took the book out and put the page in it, hands trembling. Maybe - maybe he should write that Ranpo will never find out about the page.
Indifferent Because You Want Me To Be (Ranpoe)
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