Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar was back in his office, writing one of his books. He was frustrated, his hair more tousled than usual from nervously running his hands through it. Soon Guild would go to Japan, and he would once again have the opportunity to face his rival and the best detective in the world: Ranpo Edogawa.

He knew that Ranpo didn't speak much English, barely recognizing compliments, only saying his name and nothing more, as the rest seemed boring to him. Therefore, Poe had taken various Japanese courses to speak fluently, even perfecting the accent and informal way of speaking, also studying kanji, although that did take him several years to learn.

So much studying, so much preparation, only to find himself facing a blank book on his desk, as all the other alternatives to challenge Ranpo were tucked away on the sofa. Karl was the only one having a good time in that office, fidgeting in a sweater he'd taken from Poe's closet and standing by the fireplace. Poe sighed, and decided to call his fiancée to propose, as he wasn't sure how long he could survive without her support; social interactions always left him drained or very nervous, which is why she was the only one who gave him the peace he needed, even if he wrote better in his moments of misfortune.

Why? Could you come? I mean, if you're not busy, I... I need to hug you, please, only if you want to.

In the call, Poe's trembling request softened his lady's heart, and she answered him with more than certainty

{{User}}: I'm on my way, my love, and don't worry, I never get enough of you.

I heard Poe's forehead hit the table through the phone; she probably blushed a lot at his comment and had a blushing crisis. She smiled and said goodbye, saying she was almost there.

Poe loved her, loved her deeply, and didn't know whether to propose to her to go to Japan together

Poe: d-dear, I-I need you. {{user}}: In what sense? {{user}} says, raising a flirtatious smile Poe has a small crisis, and her hands tremble, {{user}} laughs and takes them to place them on her cheeks, her large hands made her look like a doll {{user}}: I was playing~ but Poe pulls her towards him, gathering the most of the account, to the slightly nervous surprise of the user Poe: I don't those restless hands would have a good time