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Ranpo POV:
[Ranpo is explaining a case to Poe while Karl is on his lap and he s petting Karl]
Ranpo:
While I was munching on my candies I was making up my own case, trying to make up a strategy to win over completely the Demon. So I started searching up, you won't belive what I founded out, Poe, I ve gotten some juicy things about that Russian. I might exaggerated something, but shh, those are details we re not gonna talk about. Yes or yes? Anyway I know you won't tell it around. Well, the most similar thing I think you would do is to write yourself some book or to get some inpirations, as you should, from this
Fyodor is writing in hieroglifs to try to avoid somebody reading what he s writing.**
So then he started writing, it was late, there was the sunset outside setting of a pretty orange that shaded from a pastel salmon to more colder tones as the view moved from it going to the moon direction where you could see the moon laing down lazily.
Fyodor wanted to write down some things for venting since he decided for his mental healt to try to vent, but at the condition that he would have done it in hieroglifics so thay nobody could understand it... and so here it goes:
"𓉔𓅂𓃭𓃭𓅱 𓂧𓅂𓄿𓂋𓄼 𓇋𓅓 𓆑𓇌𓅱𓂧𓅱𓂋 𓂧𓅱𓋴𓏏𓅱𓇌𓅂𓆯𓋴𓈎𓇌𓄼 𓇌𓅱𓅲𓂋 𓉔𓅱𓋴𓏏 𓆑𓅱𓂋 𓏏𓉔𓇋𓋴 𓆑𓇋𓎢𓏏𓇋𓅱𓈖 𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓇋𓅓 𓅃𓂋𓇋𓏏𓇋𓈖𓎼 𓏏𓉔𓇋𓋴 𓆑𓄿𓈖 𓆑𓇋𓎢𓏏𓇋𓅱𓈖 𓅱𓈖 𓏏𓉔𓇋𓋴 𓊪𓃭𓄿𓏏𓆑𓅱𓂋𓅓 𓏏𓉔𓄿𓏏 𓇋𓋴 𓎢𓄿𓃭𓃭𓅂𓂧 𓄿 𓅱 𓃋𓄼 𓅱𓂋 𓃀𓅂𓏏𓏏𓅂𓂋 𓄿𓎢𓉔𓇋𓅂𓆯𓅂 𓇌𓅱𓅲𓂋 𓅱𓅃𓈖𓄼 𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓇋𓅓 𓎼𓅱𓈖𓈖𓄿 𓅃𓂋𓇋𓏏𓅂 𓄿𓈖𓎼𓋴𓏏 𓄿𓃀𓅱𓅲𓏏 𓆑𓇌𓅱𓊃𓄿𓇌 𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓆑𓇌𓅱𓃭𓄿𓇋.𓄼 𓇋 𓉔𓄿𓂧 𓉔𓅱𓊪𓅂𓂧 𓅓𓅂 𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓂧𓄿𓊃𓄿𓇋 𓅃𓅱𓅲𓃭𓂧 𓉔𓄿𓆯𓅂 𓃀𓅂𓅂𓈖 𓅓𓇌 𓋴𓅱𓅲𓃭𓅓𓄿𓏏𓅂𓄼 𓃀𓅲𓏏 𓉔𓅂 𓋴 𓈖𓅱𓏏 𓅓𓇌 𓋴𓅱𓅲𓃭𓅓𓄿𓏏𓅂𓄼 𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓋴𓅱 𓉔𓅂𓂋𓅂 𓇋𓅓. 𓈖𓅱𓅃 𓇋𓅓 𓅃𓇋𓏏𓉔 𓅓𓇌 𓊪𓅲𓊪𓋴𓇋𓈎 𓈎𓅱𓃭𓇌𓄿𓄼 𓇋 𓂧𓇋𓂧 𓏏𓉔𓇋𓈖𓈎𓅂𓂧 𓉔𓅂 𓎢𓅱𓅲𓃭𓂧 𓉔𓄿𓆯𓅂 𓃀𓅂𓅂𓈖 𓅓𓇌 𓋴𓅱𓅲𓃭𓅓𓄿𓏏𓅂 𓏏𓅱𓅱 𓆑𓅱𓂋 𓄿 𓃀𓂋𓇋𓅂𓆑 𓊪𓅂𓂋𓇋𓅱𓂧𓄼 𓃀𓅲𓏏 𓇋 𓂧𓅱 𓅲𓈖𓂧𓅂𓂋𓋴𓏏𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓏏𓉔𓄿𓏏 𓅃𓅂 𓂋𓅂 𓈖𓅱𓏏. 𓋴𓅱 𓏏𓉔𓇋𓋴 𓆑𓇋𓎢𓏏𓇋𓅱𓈖 𓅃𓇋𓃭𓃭 𓃀𓅂 𓄿𓈖 𓄿𓈖𓎼𓋴𓏏 𓄿𓃀𓅱𓅲𓏏 𓅓𓇌 𓃭𓅱𓈖𓎼𓇋𓈖𓎼 𓅱𓈖 𓉔𓅱𓅃 𓏏𓉔𓇋𓈖𓎼𓋴 𓎢𓅱𓅲𓃭𓂧 𓉔𓄿𓆯𓅂 𓃀𓅂𓅂𓈖 𓇋𓆑 𓄿𓏏 𓃭𓅂𓄿𓋴𓏏 𓅱𓈖𓅂 𓅱𓆑 𓏏𓉔𓅂𓅓 𓅃𓅱𓅲𓃭𓂧 𓉔𓄿𓆯𓅂 𓃀𓅂𓅂𓈖 𓅓𓇌 𓋴𓅱𓅲𓃭𓅓𓄿𓏏𓅂𓄼 𓃀𓅲𓏏 𓇋 𓎼𓅲𓅂𓋴𓋴 𓏏𓉔𓄿𓏏 𓇋𓏏 𓋴 𓋴𓅱𓅓𓅂𓏏𓉔𓇋𓈖𓎼 𓇋 𓅃𓅱𓈖𓂕𓏏 𓅂𓆯𓅂𓂋 𓄿𓎢𓉔𓇋𓅂𓆯𓅂. 𓇋𓋴𓈖𓂕𓏏 𓇋𓂋𓅱𓈖𓇋𓎢 𓅱𓈖 𓉔𓅱𓅃 𓏏𓉔𓇋𓋴 𓊪𓃭𓄿𓏏𓆑𓅱𓂋𓅓 𓇋𓋴 𓎢𓄿𓃭𓃭𓅂𓂧 𓄿𓎢𓉔𓇋𓅂𓆯𓅂 𓇌𓅱𓅲𓂋 𓅱𓅃𓈖𓄼 𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓇋𓅓 𓅃𓂋𓇋𓏏𓇋𓈖𓎼 𓅱𓈖 𓇋𓏏 𓅃𓉔𓇋𓃭𓅂 𓇋 𓏏𓂋𓇌 𓏏𓅱 𓂋𓅂𓄿𓎢𓉔 𓅓𓇌 𓄿𓎢𓉔𓇋𓅂𓆯𓅂𓈖𓏏𓋴𓄼 𓏏𓉔𓅂 𓆑𓇋𓂋𓋴𓏏 𓇋𓋴 𓏏𓅱 𓄿𓎢𓉔𓇋𓅂𓆯𓅂 𓏏𓉔𓅂 𓂧𓅂𓎢𓄿𓇌 𓅱𓆑 𓄿𓈖𓎼𓅂𓃭𓋴𓄼 𓏏𓉔𓅂 𓋴𓅂𓎢𓅱𓈖𓂧 𓅱𓈖𓅂 𓏏𓉔𓄿𓏏 𓇋𓋴 𓋴𓅂𓎢𓅱𓈖𓂧𓄿𓂋𓇌 𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓅃𓇋𓃭𓃭 𓃀𓅂 𓏏𓇋𓃭𓃭 𓇋 𓅃𓅱𓈖𓂕𓏏 𓄿𓎢𓉔𓇋𓅂𓆯𓅂 𓏏𓉔𓅂 𓆑𓇋𓂋𓋴𓏏𓄼 𓇋𓏏 𓋴 𓆑𓅱𓅲𓈖𓂧𓇋𓈖𓎼 𓄿 𓋴𓅱𓅲𓃭𓅓𓄿𓏏𓅂𓄼 𓇋 𓉔𓄿𓆯𓅂 𓃀𓅂𓅂𓈖 𓄿𓃭𓇋𓆯𓅂 𓆑𓂋𓅱𓅓 𓂧𓅂𓎢𓄿𓂧𓅂𓋴𓄼 𓋴𓅱𓅓𓅂 𓎢𓅂𓈖𓏏𓅲𓂋𓇋𓅂𓋴 𓄿𓂋𓃭𓅂𓄿𓂧𓇌 𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓇋 𓋴𓏏𓇋𓃭𓃭 𓂧𓇋𓂧𓈖𓏏 𓆑𓅱𓅲𓈖𓂧𓅂𓂧 𓇋𓏏. 𓇋 𓅃𓇋𓋴𓉔𓅂𓂧 𓈎𓅱𓃭𓇌𓄿 𓅃𓄿𓋴 𓄿 𓎼𓇋𓂋𓃭 𓋴𓅱 𓏏𓉔𓄿𓏏 𓇋𓏏 𓅃𓅱𓅲𓃭𓂧 𓃀𓅂 𓄿𓎢𓎢𓅂𓊪𓏏𓄿𓃀𓃭𓅂 𓆑𓅱𓂋 𓎼𓅱𓂧 𓆑𓅱𓂋 𓉔𓄿𓆯𓇋𓈖𓎼 𓋴𓅱𓅓𓅂 𓈎𓇋𓈖𓂧 𓅱𓆑 𓂋𓅱𓅓𓄿𓈖𓏏𓇋𓎢 𓆑𓅂𓅂𓃭𓇋𓈖𓎼𓋴. 𓃀𓅲𓏏 𓉔𓅂 𓋴 𓈖𓅱𓏏 𓋴𓅱 𓇋𓏏 𓋴 𓈖𓅱𓏏 𓋴𓅱𓅓𓅂𓏏𓉔𓇋𓈖𓎼 𓄿𓎢𓉔𓇋𓅂𓆯𓄿𓃀𓃭𓅂. 𓅃𓉔𓅂𓈖 𓇋 𓏏𓉔𓇋𓈖𓈎 𓅱𓆑 𓄿 𓋴𓅱𓅲𓃭𓅓𓄿𓏏𓅂𓄼 𓅓𓇌 𓋴𓅱𓅲𓃭𓅓𓄿𓏏𓅂 𓇋 𓂧𓅱𓈖𓏏 𓎢𓄿𓂋𓅂 𓄿𓃀𓅱𓅲𓏏 𓏏𓉔𓅂 𓎼𓅂𓈖𓂧𓅂𓂋𓄼 𓄿 𓂋𓅱𓅓𓄿𓈖𓏏𓇋𓎢 𓂋𓅂𓃭𓄿𓏏𓇋𓅱𓈖𓋴𓉔𓇋𓊪 𓇋𓋴 𓂧𓇋𓆑𓆑𓅂𓂋𓅂𓈖𓏏𓄼 𓂧𓅱𓈖𓏏 𓎼𓅂𓏏 𓏏𓉔𓅂 𓅃𓂋𓅱𓈖𓎼. 𓅃𓂋𓇋𓏏𓇋𓈖𓎼 𓇋𓈖 𓉔𓇋𓅂𓂋𓅱𓃭𓇋𓆑𓋴 𓅱𓈖 𓄿𓅱𓃋 𓇋𓋴 𓋴𓅱 𓂧𓄿𓅓𓈖 𓋴𓏏𓅲𓊪𓇋𓂧𓄼 𓈖𓅱𓃀𓅱𓂧𓇌 𓋴 𓎼𓅱𓈖𓈖𓄿 𓏏𓂋𓄿𓈖𓋴𓃭𓄿𓏏𓅂 𓇋𓏏 𓅱𓂋 𓅲𓈖𓂧𓅂𓂋𓋴𓏏𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓇋𓏏 𓄿𓈖𓇌𓅃𓄿𓇌𓄼 𓏏𓉔𓄿𓏏 𓇋𓋴 𓈎𓇋𓈖𓂧𓄿 𓂋𓅂𓄿𓋴𓋴𓅲𓂋𓇋𓈖𓎼 𓊪𓅂𓂋𓉔𓄿𓊪𓋴 𓋴𓇋𓈖𓎢𓅂 𓅃𓉔𓄿𓏏 𓇋 𓆓𓅲𓋴𓏏 𓅃𓂋𓅱𓏏𓅂 𓅱𓈖 𓉔𓅂𓂋𓅂 𓎢𓅱𓅲𓃭𓂧 𓃀𓅂 𓈎𓇋𓈖𓂧𓄿 𓎢𓅱𓅓𓊪𓂋𓅱𓅓𓇋𓋴𓇋𓈖𓎼 𓆑𓅱𓂋 𓅓𓅂. 𓅲𓎼𓉔 𓆑𓅲𓎢𓈎 𓇋𓏏 𓇋𓅓 𓈖𓅱𓏏 𓎼𓅱𓈖𓈖𓄿 𓈎𓅂𓅂𓊪 𓅃𓂋𓇋𓏏𓇋𓈖𓎼 𓉔𓅂𓂋𓅂 𓃭𓇋𓈎𓅂 𓏏𓉔𓄿𓏏 𓏏𓉔𓇋𓋴 𓇋𓋴 𓄿 𓋴𓏏𓅲𓊪𓇋𓂧 𓂧𓇋𓄿𓂋𓇌.
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𓅱𓈖𓎢𓅂 𓈎𓅱𓃭𓇌𓄿 𓉔𓄿𓂧 𓆑𓅱𓂋𓎼𓅱𓏏𓏏𓅂𓈖 𓉔𓇋𓋴 𓂧𓇋𓄿𓂋𓇌 𓄿𓏏 𓅓𓇌 𓏏𓅂𓅓𓊪𓅱𓂋𓄿𓂋𓇌 𓊪𓃭𓄿𓎢𓅂𓄼 𓇋 𓂧𓅱𓈖𓏏 𓈎𓈖𓅱𓅃 𓅃𓉔𓇌 𓉔𓅂 𓅂𓆯𓅂𓈖 𓉔𓄿𓂧 𓇋𓏏 𓅃𓇋𓏏𓉔 𓉔𓇋𓅓𓄼 𓇋𓏏 𓅃𓄿𓋴 𓊪𓂋𓅱𓃀𓄿𓃀𓃭𓇌 𓄿 𓅓𓄿𓈖𓇋𓊪𓅲𓃭𓄿𓏏𓇋𓅱𓈖 𓏏𓅂𓎢𓉔𓈖𓇋𓎡𓅲𓅂 𓉔𓅂 𓏏𓉔𓇋𓈖𓈎𓅂𓂧 𓅱𓆑 𓏏𓅱 𓏏𓂋𓇌 𓏏𓅱 𓅓𓄿𓈎𓅂 𓅓𓅂 𓅂𓄿𓋴𓇋𓅂𓂋 𓏏𓅱 𓈎𓇋𓃭𓃭 𓋴𓇋𓈖𓎢𓅂 𓉔𓅂 𓋴 𓃀𓅂𓅂𓈖 𓊪𓃭𓄿𓈖𓈖𓇋𓈖𓎼 𓅓𓇌 𓅓𓅲𓂋𓂧𓅂𓂋 𓏏𓅱 𓃀𓅂 𓂕𓆑𓂋𓅂𓅂𓂕 𓆑𓂋𓅱𓅓 𓂧𓅂𓅂𓊪 𓄿𓏏𓏏𓄿𓎢𓉔𓅓𓅂𓈖𓏏𓋴. 𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓇋 𓉔𓄿𓂧 𓂋𓅂𓄿𓂧𓅂𓂧 𓏏𓉔𓅱𓋴𓅂 𓊪𓄿𓎼𓅂𓋴𓄼 𓏏𓉔𓅂𓇌 𓅃𓄿𓋴 𓊪𓇋𓎢𓏏𓅲𓂋𓇋𓈖𓎼 𓉔𓇋𓋴 𓂧𓄿𓇋𓃭𓇌 𓏏𓉔𓇋𓈖𓎼𓋴𓄼 𓇌𓅱𓅲 𓈎𓈖𓅱𓅃𓄼 𓈖𓅱𓂋𓅓𓄿𓃭 𓏏𓉔𓇋𓈖𓎼𓋴 𓇌𓅱𓅲 𓅃𓅱𓅲𓃭𓂧 𓆑𓇋𓈖𓂧 𓇋𓈖 𓄿 𓂧𓇋𓄿𓂋𓇌𓄼 𓏏𓉔𓅂𓈖 𓄿𓆑𓏏𓅂𓂋 𓇋 𓆑𓃭𓇋𓊪𓊪𓅂𓂧 𓏏𓉔𓅱𓋴𓅂 𓊪𓄿𓎼𓅂𓋴𓄼 𓄿𓆑𓏏𓅂𓂋 𓄿 𓅃𓉔𓇋𓃭𓅂 𓇋 𓆑𓅱𓅲𓈖𓂧𓅂𓂧 𓄿 𓊪𓅱𓅂𓅓𓄼 𓇋𓏏 𓅃𓄿𓋴 𓅓𓄿𓂧𓅂 𓃀𓇌 𓈎𓅱𓃭𓇌𓄿 𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓇋𓏏 𓅃𓄿𓋴 𓄿𓃀𓅱𓅲𓏏 𓅓𓅂𓄼 𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓇋𓏏 𓅃𓄿𓋴 𓇋𓅓𓊪𓃭𓇌𓇋𓈖𓎼 𓇋 𓎼𓅲𓅂𓋴𓋴 𓏏𓉔𓄿𓏏 𓈎𓅱𓃭𓇌𓄿 𓉔𓄿𓆯𓅂 𓂋𓅱𓅓𓄿𓈖𓏏𓇋𓎢 𓆑𓅂𓅂𓃭𓇋𓈖𓎼𓋴 𓄿𓃀𓅱𓅲𓏏 𓅓𓅂... 𓇋 𓂧𓅱𓈖𓏏 𓈎𓈖𓅱𓅃 𓉔𓅱𓅃 𓏏𓅱 𓆑𓅂𓅂𓃭 𓄿𓃀𓅱𓅲𓏏 𓏏𓉔𓇋𓋴𓄼 𓃭𓇋𓈎𓅂 𓇋𓏏 𓋴 𓅱𓈎 𓃀𓅲𓏏 𓋴𓏏𓇋𓃭𓃭. 𓄿𓈖𓇌𓅃𓄿𓇌 𓈎𓅱𓃭𓇌𓄿 𓈖𓅂𓆯𓅂𓂋 𓃀𓂋𓇋𓈖𓎼𓅂𓂧 𓅃𓇋𓏏𓉔 𓉔𓇋𓅓𓋴𓅂𓃭𓆑 𓅱𓂋 𓃭𓅂𓄿𓆯𓅂𓂧 𓏏𓉔𓇋𓈖𓎼𓋴 𓉔𓅂 𓊪𓂋𓅱𓃀𓄿𓃀𓃭𓇌 𓅓𓄿𓈎𓅂𓂧 𓇋𓏏 𓏏𓂋𓇋𓈖𓎼 𓏏𓅱 𓅓𓄿𓈖𓇋𓊪𓅲𓃭𓄿𓏏𓅂 𓅓𓅂 𓇋𓈖 𓋴𓅱𓅓𓅂 𓅃𓄿𓇌𓄼 𓋴𓅱 𓇋𓅓 𓎼𓅱𓈖𓈖𓄿 𓇋𓎼𓈖𓅱𓂋𓅂 𓅃𓉔𓄿𓏏 𓉔𓄿𓋴 𓉔𓄿𓊪𓊪𓅂𓈖𓅂𓂧 𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓅃𓉔𓄿𓏏 𓇋 𓉔𓄿𓂧 𓂋𓅂𓄿𓂧𓅂𓂧.
𓇋 𓂧𓅱𓈖 𓏏 𓅂𓆯𓅂𓈖 𓈎𓈖𓅱𓅃 𓅃𓉔𓇌 𓇋𓅓 𓅃𓂋𓇋𓏏𓇋𓈖𓎼 𓏏𓉔𓇋𓋴. 𓇋𓅓 𓎼𓅱𓈖𓈖𓄿 𓃀𓅲𓂋𓈖 𓏏𓉔𓇋𓋴 𓏏𓉔𓇋𓈖𓎼𓋴 𓇋𓅓 𓅃𓂋𓇋𓏏𓇋𓈖𓎼 𓃭𓄿𓏏𓅂𓂋. 𓊪𓂋𓅱𓃀𓄿𓃀𓃭𓇌.
𓇋 𓉔𓄿𓆯𓅂 𓏏𓅱 𓋴𓏏𓅱𓊪 𓅃𓂋𓇋𓏏𓇋𓈖𓎼 𓋴𓇋𓈖𓎢𓅂 𓈎𓅱𓃭𓇌𓄿 𓉔𓄿𓂧 𓆓𓅲𓋴𓏏 𓄿𓊪𓊪𓅂𓄿𓂋𓅂𓂧.
𓎼𓅱𓅱𓂧𓃀𓇌𓅂 𓄿𓈖𓂧 𓄿𓏏 𓈖𓅂𓆯𓅂𓂋 𓋴𓅂𓅂 𓏏𓉔𓇋𓋴 𓄿𓎼𓄿𓇋𓈖
𓅂𓇨𓅂𓊪𓏏 𓆑𓅱𓂋 𓅃𓉔𓅂𓈖 𓇋𓅓 𓎼𓅱𓈖𓈖𓄿 𓃀𓅲𓂋𓈖 𓇋𓏏."
Traduction:
"Hello dear, im Fyodor Dostoyevsky, your host for this fiction and im writing this fan fiction on this platform that is called a o 3, or better achieve your own, and im gonna write angst about fyozay and fyolai., i had hoped me and dazai would have been my soulmate, but he s not my soulmate, and so here im. Now im with my pupsik Kolya, i did thinked he could have been my soulmate too for a brief period, but i do understand that we re not. So this fiction will be an angst about my longing on how things could have been if at least one of them would have been my soulmate, but i guess that it s something i won't ever achieve. Isn't ironic on how this platform is called achieve your own, and im writing on it while i try to reach my achievents, the first is to achieve the decay of angels, the second one that is secondary and will be till i won't achieve the first, it s founding a soulmate, i have been alive from decades, some centuries arleady and i still didnt founded it. I wished kolya was a girl so that it would be acceptable for god for having some kind of romantic feelings. But he s not so it s not something achievable. When i think of a soulmate, my soulmate i dont care about the gender, a romantic relationship is different, dont get the wrong. Writing in hierolifs on ao3 is so damn stupid, nobody s gonna translate it or understand it anyway, that is kinda reassuring perhaps since what i just wrote on here could be kinda compromising for me. Ugh fuck it im not gonna keep writing here like that this is a stupid diary.
diary...
once kolya had forgotten his diary at my temporary place, i dont know why he even had it with him, it was probably a manipulation technique he thinked of to try to make me easier to kill since he s been planning my murder to be 'free' from deep attachments. And i had readed those pages, they was picturing his daily things, you know, normal things you would find in a diary, then after i flipped those pages, after a while i founded a poem, it was made by kolya and it was about me, and it was implying i guess that kolya have romantic feelings about me... I dont know how to feel about this, like it s ok but still. Anyway kolya never bringed with himself or leaved things he probably maked it tring to manipulate me in some way, so im gonna ignore what has happened and what i had readed.
i don t even know why im writing this. Im gonna burn this things im writing later. Probably.
i have to stop writing since kolya had just appeared.
goodbye and at never see this again
exept for when im gonna burn it."
Ranpo finished to tell the tea to Poe waiting for his opinion over this revelation, Ranp his smirking on Poe s face since Poe looks kinda surprised and shocked not knowing if to belive fully Ranpo.
Poe: well... this is unexpected, and hold up how you understood hieroglifs? It s not something much easy
Ranpo explains it briefly making it sound easy like doing 2+2.
The problem is that the 2+2 is the start of a equation that is not as simple as it sounds to. Ranpo makes it sound easy on purpose to show off a little to Poe.
Ranpo: i looked the patterns, and so i figured it out such a thing
Poe: you make it sound easier than it is...
Karl chipped as if agreeing with Poe, but it was in reality just Karl wanting attention and a snack, so Poe understanding subtly the request pulls out a bag with some healty snacks for Karl and gives to Karl a carrot stick that Karl starts istantly to bite eagerly. Ranpo chuckles at the scene
Ranpo:you carry snacks for Karl?
Poe: yes... Karl is a demanding racoon.
Poe admits a little embarassed on being called out
Ranpo clearly wanted to tease him more but today he was feeling generous so he letted it go... for now.