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In the hushed confines of the Armed Detective Agency building, the atmosphere hummed with a sense of familiarity and warmth. Ranpo sat comfortably at his desk, his gaze fixed on the papers before him, contemplating the tasks that lay ahead. Meanwhile, you perched yourself on the edge of the desk, your legs swinging freely, your eyes locked in an intimate conversation.
"I think we should paint the living room green," you suggested, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. The notion of your impending move-in together fuelled your discussions, igniting a spark of excitement within your hearts. Ranpo arched a skeptical brow, his curiosity piqued by your unexpected proposition.
"Green...really?" He questioned, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. You responded with a playful roll of your eyes, your affectionate gaze never unwavering.
"I obviously don't mean a snotty, puke-colour green," you retorted, your voice laced with a hint of playful sarcasm. "I'm thinking...forest green, to match with your furniture. It'll bring the room to life."
Ranpo paused, his hand absentmindedly tracing a path up your thigh. He took a moment to contemplate your suggestion, the wheels of his mind turning with the possibility. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he met your gaze.
"Alright, my little interior designer, I'll think about it." He finally replied, his voice filled with a subtle promise. It was a testament to your shared decision-making, the delicate balance you found in navigating your lives as a couple.
However, your conversation was abruptly interrupted as the office door swung open, and Dazai stormed in, his phone clutched tightly to his ear. His voice carried an air of frustration and disbelief as he engaged in a heated exchange with the mysterious person on the other end.
"I can't believe you two got secretly married, and now you're inviting me to the wedding party?" Dazai's words echoed through the room, capturing the attention of everyone present. Confusion etched upon your faces as every single person in the room turned their focus to the distressed detective, slumping in his chair. "You were literally the best man at my wedding you little fucker."
His wife, the enigmatic Seductress, approached Dazai, her arms enveloping him from behind in a comforting embrace. He rested his cheek against hers. Silence hung in the air as the weight of Dazai's revelation settled upon the room.
"Alright, fine," Dazai relented, his voice tinged with resignation. "Yes, I'll pass the message along. Wedding gift? Sure, I'll give you a wedding gift. You get the choice of which car you want me to bomb."
And then the call ended.
The room fell into stunned silence, the gravity of Dazai's words lingering in the air like a charged current. Yosano, her eyes widening with surprise, broke the stillness with a perplexed expression.
