He scrunches the notes in his hand, inching it closer to the small open fire but stopped once he heard the voice of the taller man.
"What.." Poe stood still, his eyes widened behind his bangs. His hands clench harder on his book, shaking slightly. Rage? Betrayal? Sadness? Poe didn't know how to feel.
The first person besides his 'rival' to become someone he was comfortable with in years, was ⏃ ⋔⍜⌰⟒ ⎎⍜⍀ ⏁⊑⟒ ☊⎍⍀⍀⟒⋏⏁ ⟒⋏⟒⋔⊬ ☌⍀⍜⎍⌿?
As much hurt Poe feels, he can't think of how worse it is for Ranpo.
"I should've known anyways." Ranpo said silently, his back facing Poe. He tried to keep his nonchalant attitude in front of him, sometimes Ranpo is glad that he keeps his eyes closed most of the time. Like now.
Before it was usually so he can keep a 'mysterious aura' around the authorities. You know, so he can one up them once they underestimate him.
But now, he's glad he has them closed to keep away his tears.
Ranpo tosses the papers into the fire, watching the now meaningless words written on it burn. Clenching his hands into fists, he digs his nails deep into his palms as he tries to keep his composer.
"I saw..." he tried to say, catching Poe's attention, but his voice got caught in his throat. Ranpo turned around to face him, both his hat and bangs covering his eyes.
After clearing his throat, he took a breath before continuing, "I saw how she looked at that ⋔⏃⎎⟊⍜⌇⍜ when they fought. The one in ⏁⊑⟒ ⏚⌰⏃☊☍ ⌰⟊⋉⏃⍀⎅ ☌⍀⍜⎍⌿. ⏁⏃☊⊑⟊⊑⏃⍀⏃."
Oh?
Oh.
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𝗔/𝗡: 𝘆'𝗮𝗹𝗹... 𝗜𝗺𝗺𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗽𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹 🤭💀 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗶'𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗼 𝗹𝗺𝗸 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁 (but idk how to write that so imma do some lil research)🧍🏽♀️
