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𝗣𝗢𝗘 | SWEET NOTHINGS ❁

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"Go to the car. I'll be with you in five minutes."
Sweet nothings.

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"Are you positive you don't want me to come with you?"

The building you were standing outside of was only a couple of stories high, but to the man next to you, it was as daunting as the world's largest skyscraper. While his expression couldn't be observed through his bangs or in his stiff stature, he was radiating with the anticipation of a student approaching their final test. His raccoon companion didn't seem that optimistic as he sat on his shoulders.

"Of course, dear! It won't be long until I've reigned in my victory," Poe exclaimed, jostling a stack of freshly written books in his arms. "Go wait in the car. I'll be with you in five minutes!"

You remained waiting outside for a bit as he walked inside, his boots stuttering against the entryway before the door slammed against him from behind, allowing Karl to slip back through and into your arms. He purred as you scratched his back, getting back in the car and exchanging a knowing look with the chauffeur.

"The tissues have been restocked, and the blankets are underneath the seat."

You nodded. "Thank you."

One minute went by. Then two. Three.

"(Name)!" a muffled voice whined from outside the car.

There it was.

Poe flung open the door before crawling into the car, drawing himself into your arms as he let out a series of dramatic murmurs. You ignored the way the chauffeur drew up the window separating the two halves of the car, instead focusing on swaddling the Guild's master architect into a blanket and haphazardly lying him on your chest as Karl nestled around your shoulders, one hand nestled in his hair while the other held out tissues for him to use as his leisure.

"Shh, it's okay, my love."

Your position would've undoubtedly looked hilarious to anyone who could see through the car windows, with his lanky legs too tall for the seat and his entire body drowning out yours—luckily, the windows were tinted.

"He solved them before he even finished the first page!"

You couldn't hold back a little snort, wiping his bangs away to see his exasperated expression. "That's the world's greatest detective for you."

He pouted as he nuzzled into your chest, mumbling that this was 'his greatest failure' and that 'he would never succeed.' You sighed, rocking him back and forth, hand braced against his back.

"That only means the satisfaction of beating him will be twice as sweet."

It was as if those words, sifting through his mind, made him snap out of his self-loathing. Like that, everything clicked, and he shot up with vigor, pen already in hand.

"I'll just need to make the next novel even better!"

"Mhm," you hummed, pressing a kiss against his cheek as you swept another hand through his curls. "I'm certain you will."

The flush returned to his face, and he hid his expression away from you. "Thank you, dear."