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Poe is broken out of his trance once Ranpo rises off him, keels over his torso, stretches his arms backward, and positions himself next to him once again. Poe sits up too, his gaze still fixated on him as his stressed and drawled voice tranfers back as he listens.
Yeah of coursee—, I will go get ready. He places his feet on the ground and begins his routine, he glances at Ranpo repeatedly as he lazes in bed; used to his preparations by now. One of the times he looks as he passes the room in the hall, he is gone, paying no mind he finishes up.
I don't let my maids in my library and bedroom very often, so I understand if you don't like tedious waiting but...
He breaks his gaze off of Ranpo, and finds a couple of outfits that were haphazardly piled on the bed.
I was looking for my uniform. I had no clue you had some style!
He says the next part sarcastically and picks out one of the intricately crafted outfits from the array he gathered.
Would you rather try it on or tell me the whole truth?
Try it on.
He states it as quickly as he could walk over and puts on the detective coat, new shoes, hat and other accessories and clothing items. They don't fit. He gawks at himself in the mirror shamefully accepting he would have rather admitted his heavy spending. Reminiscing how he would pass shops while venturing through town. Even with the few times he does he found ways to gather a collection of outfits. He knows the detective already knew he had his maids measure his clothes.
You better finish that novel by tonight. White lies or otherwise.
Is it your hobby to make me work like a dog?
He takes off the clothing items in a haste with his distain for another albeit small win. The seams stretch and fray with his clamor inbetween the switch and he groans with each loud rip. He still find the time to haphazardly glance at Ranpo while he explains his own playful remarks about the situation.
I only keep stray dogs around me. Im not some sort of sadist I know you have another tucked away somewhere, or at least the maid helped you. ‘Not very often’ my ass. At least I know its to spoil me and not from laziness. The last thing id expect from you is that. With all these clothes you’re purchasing and with all that effort. Its easy to tell that you are planning to do this all again.
Poe changes into an outfit to go out and begins to organize the spewn about array of the clothes and accessories on the floor with care.
I regret not telling you right away. Since hearing you describe how you want to come with me to tailor the outfits to perfection in such an array of words makes me wonder if you are the real writer. Takes one to know one I’d assume?
Ranpo smiles with adoration and pride from the remark. He sighs out of his nose instead of laughing. We can compare and contrast novels later, possibly tonight, hmm? Let’s focus on our seemingly all planned out schedule for today for now.
He takes one of the outfits off the bed and leaves the accessories other than the hat behind.
Side story part 3/First half- END