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Edgar was sitting on his chair, fidgeting with his fountain pen. The afternoon was boring. It was one of the rare days where he chose to take a break from writing non-stop, and still he couldn't stop thinking of ideas for a new novel instead of doing other things to rest.
He heard the door of his office open, hearing footsteps on the wood floor. He doesn't need to look at the figure behind him, he already knew those footsteps and breath patterns.
– Ed! – Exclaimed Ranpo from behind him, laying his hand on the desk.
Poe spinned the chair to look at Ranpo, a faint smile on his lips.
– Hello, darling. What brings you here today?
– I really, really need your help.
– Oh, with what?
– I need you to be my personal sniper.
Silence.
Oh, he couldn't say no to Ranpo.
– Alright...
– Thank you, Ed! You’re the best!
Ranpo approached the taller and took him by the hand, walking towards his room.
– Wh-what are you doing, dear?
– We’re going to dress you up for the occasion!
Ranpo made Poe sit on the bed and started to rummage through his closet, walking back with a black suit.
– Here – Ranpo shoved the clothes on the other’s hands – Do you have sunglasses?
– Oh, they’re in the drawer, I never used them.
– Well, now you will!
Ranpo pushed him to the bathroom, waiting outside for the man to be ready.
Poe, now dressed in a completely black suit, sat back on the bed, feeling out of place.
Ranpo analyzed him with a hand on his chin, looking the other man up and down.
– Do you have hair gel?
– W-What? No… – Instinctively, he took his hands to his hair.
– No problem, I think water will do it. – That said, Ranpo left the room, going to the bathroom.
– What will you do, Ranpo?
– Put your hair back – He screamed from the other room.
Ranpo came back with his hands wet.
– Is that okay?
He really couldn't say no to Ranpo.
Poe only nodded, letting the others wet hand pass through his hair, pulling the black hair totally back.
After his eyes were totally exposed, Ranpo looked at him again, this time longing in the grey eyes.
– And… – Ranpo took the sunglasses and placed them on his face – There we go! Perfect!
Poe looked himself in the full body mirror and, God, he didn't even recognize himself.
Edgar sighed.
Saying no to Ranpo is not an option.