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Poe heaved out a heavy sigh, Pushing his pen to the edge of his desk. The pen made a rolling motion, As a small thud was created as the pen hit the floor.
“Why can’t I write anything? My writing just won’t flow how it’s supposed to!”
The pale man thought to himself, Karl gently brushing past his legs and than sitting upon his lap, Edgar gently moving his hands across Karl’s soft fur.
“What do you think I should do Karl..?”
I guess raccoons can’t understand english, Since there was no response to his question.
Poe didn’t know what there was to do about this matter, Usually for his novels he’d be able to conjure up something. But with his mind in a thick fog, He couldn’t think nor see straight.
The gentle rays of morning sunlight casted through his crystal clear window, Casting a small shadow onto himself. The soft singing choir of the birds outside filled the room, The sounds felt almost ethereal. Soft tones and notes of the birds sounded like a mother singing a lullaby to their child, Who was reluctant to fall asleep.
Poe felt carried away by the soft songs, Letting his mind wander for a few short moments. Embracing the moment of almost complete silence, Karl’s small body nessled in his lap.
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Today was a bustling day at the agency, Everybody had something to do.
Kunikida was working on paperwork
Dazai was teasing him
Atsushi was on a mission with Yosano and Kenji
Tanizaki and Naomi where on their own case
And Ranpo was having his usual sugar intake
Ranpo was sitting upon his desk, Sucking on a lolipop that was within the bounds of his mouth. The artificial strawberry flavor soaking into his tongue and tastebuds.
Although that today was a busy day in the agency, Ranpo didn’t have anything to do himself. Since the others already took on the cases, He had free rain to do whatever he pleased. He didn’t want to just sit on his desk for hours, So he wanted to go outside and look for something to do.
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“..Than she gazed..No that doesn’t sound right at all..”
Poe crumpled up his paper and threw it into the trash beside his desk, Gently holding his head in his hands. Nothing that he wrote sounded right, He kept on trying..and trying..but nothing flower how he invisioned it.
That was because he was utterly exhausted.
The thick brain fog, Shaky hands, Not being able to focus…He was no doubt exhausted.
Despite the exhaustion the man felt, He kept writing. And writing..and writing…
The tired man slammed his head against the table, Letting out a small groan of agitation and sorrow.
“Hey Ed! You home?”
The detective spoke outside his apartment door.
Poe didn’t have the energy to answer
“Playing the silent game hmm?? I know your in there!”
Ranpo was able to use a small hair pin to pick the lock open, He walked inside than sighed.
“Come on?! Why didn’t you just open t-“
Ranpo stopped speaking as he turned his head to Poes writing desk, He looked at him confused at first than seemed concerned.
“Ed..?”
Ranpo gently placed his hand on his shoulder, His body gently started to shake as he did so.
He was crying
Ranpo gently helped Poe to his feet, Softly hugging him as he let him cry away his pains in the safety of his arms.
Poes pale complexion was hidden in Ranpos chest, Still crying in the detectives embrace.
“Why..can’t I write anything..? I’m a god awful writer..”
Poe choked out between sobs and small sputters, Ranpo gently patted his back.
“Don’t say that, Your an amazing writer. I’ve seen your works before Ed, And I think they are amazing.”
Ranpo gently turned Poes face to look at him, His hand gently cradling his cheek as he wiped away stray moisture with his thumb.
“You think so..?”
“Why would I lie to you about that?”
Ranpo gently smiled, He gently caressed Poes cheek.
“You probably can’t write because your tired! Your such a dummy sometimes you know that?”
Ranpo smiled than laughed playfully,
“Yeah I guess your always right..”
Ranpo let out another chuckle, His black hair bounced gently as he laughed.
“I know I am, Now your getting right into bed. You look like you could fall over any second.”
Ranpo supported Poe as they walked to his bedroom, The pale man laying his body on top the matress. Almost instantly, Poe was fast asleep. Ranpo gently placing a blanket or two over his body, Kissing his forehead after doing so.
The detective proceeded to sit beside the writers slumbering body, Occasionally running his fingers through his soft locks. Planting small kisses on his neck and cheek.
“Take care of yourself, Okay?”
Ranpo whispered softly, Although he knew Poe was already too deep in slumber for his voice to be heard.
Ranpo stayed directly by his side for the whole time Poe slept, Eventually Karl jumped onto the bed as well. Cuddled between Ranpos lap, The two men where at ease. With Ranpo dozing off himself, The two where able to have a peaceful moment to themselves. And Ranpo from now on forcing Poe to sleep at a reasonable hour, And not overworking himself.