₊°୨ 🌙 ˚₊ ࿐Edgar Allan Poe. ★

it seemed Poe couldn't sleep again. This night was longer than the rest, so Ranpo immediately fell asleep. While Poe had insomnia, he could not cope with it, so he sat down to write a new detective novel.he worked so hard on it, hoping that it would exceed other people's expectations.

it seemed that Poe worked very often to the point of unbearability and Ranpo could not do anything about it Poe's long, ghostly white hand reached out for a small cookie.he slowly took a bite of the cookie, leaving crumbs on the pages of the new detective novel.

Ranpo seemed to smell the scent and slowly opened his eyes, regaining consciousness after a peaceful sleep. Poe heard Ranpo and turned to him "oh dear Ranpo, why aren't you sleeping?" Poe whispers, seemingly worried about the health of his opponent