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She was a child
I was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love,
I and my Annabelle Lee
Poe stared at this poem for what felt like ages, 'she...' Why was he so upset— No, he wasn't upset.
Sad
Was he sad?
Why would he be sad?
Caw caw caw
Poe flinched back as his phone rang, "ranpo?" Poe questioned.'Why would ranpo be calling me..'
"Eh.. hello?"
"Poe-kun!!" Ranpo whispered loudly
"I- hello ranpo-san..! Why have you called?"
"Wellll~ I waaaaas gonna ring the doorbell, but I figured, sense it's late and all, that Karl is asleep— he already doesn't like me very much sense I steel all the snacks, as well as his spot in your bed.."
Poe sat there smiling like an idiot at that comment.
"I— poe-kun?"
"Ah, yes. I will go let you in ranpo-san.."
"Okay!.. just don't wake Karl up... he'll blame it on me!"
Poe giggled, seeing the pouty face dripping off of ranpo's voice.
Beep
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"Ed!!"
"Ranpo-san, shh— Karl is still asleep, you know." Poe frowned playfully at his sun as ranpo smiled gleefully at him.
"My sun..." poe said breathlessly, closing the front door behind the shorter man.
Ranpo whipped his head around, almost stumbling back at the words
Poe froze.. "i- I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to say that, I'm so stupid— I'm so, so sorry, ranpo-san! Please ignore that -"
"Ugh, poe!!"
The writers eyes widened, "wh- what?"
"No, self, deprication! We talked about thissss!" Ranpo steadied himself, pouting at his lover.
"I- aren't you uncomfortable? Or at least, upset? I- I didn't mean to say that, I apologize—"
"No, no, stop." The detective stepped towards edgar, placing his hand on the others' cheek.
"My moon.." he murmured.
...poe stared wide eye at the smaller. If 7 seconds of eye contact was all it took to fall in love, then he feared what would happen if ranpo could return his gaze... he's already baisicaly fan-girling over this man. So what would the 7 second rule do to him? He pondered.
"Ahem.. now we're even!"
The writers face heated up as he processed the words... his moon.. was ranpo just, saying that to make him feel better? Did he actually mean it?
His moon
"Your.. moon?"
"Yep! My moon! Not cArlS moon or frAncIsEs moon. My moon. And the sun loves his moon very, very much."
"Ranpo i-"
"Kiss me?"
...
"Mhmhn, of course, my dearest sun."
Alas, poe realized he wasn't confused, or angry, or upset at the poem. He just needed new inspiration and a new perspective to help him out.
E.A. Poe has learned to love a racoon as much as he loves his found family, so he assumes loving a detective, his agencies rival, his rival, someone he's already fallen for, shouldn't be that hard.
All the while, Carl's in the corner watching the corner watching the puppy love shenanigans, and may or May not be eating ranpo's last dunkaroo.
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