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[sweetsleuth]

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[tigerpoet]

I wouldn't normally ask you if I weren't panicking.

I love you too. More each and every day.

[sweetsleuth]

You don't have to wait until you're panicking to depend on me! Even for little things like this.

Besides, I could use the practice! Especially during the full moon.
I get a little stupider around then.

[A little, he says.]

[tigerpoet]

Even then you're still leagues smarter than the rest of us.

I'll ask. As long as you promise to depend on me whenever there's something I can help with.

[sweetsleuth]

[He fights the urge to compare everyone else to ignorant babies in favor of gay sappiness--]

I promise!
I'm getting better about that now. Even if I still need to figure some things out on my own sometimes.








But actually, I could probably use some advice on how to move a baby without waking it, because I gotta pee.

[tigerpoet]

[everyone is in gay baby jail]

Slowly and gently. Try not to jostle its head at all. I'm not sure I can tell you the best way to pick up this particular shape of baby...

[sweetsleuth]

It's hard to tell where his head is when he's all curled up like this.

He's fluff, with a tail.

[But he'll give it a shot! And not even ten seconds later, a picture follows of... a cryptid?? There is only a white blur stretched across the screen as the smol fox nyooms across Ranpo's lap and up along the edge of the couch.]

Well, I tried.

[tigerpoet]

Good on you for trying. Sometimes that happens.

[sweetsleuth]

At least he's not in a bad mood. I woke him up from a nap yesterday, and he just screamed until I could catch him and hug him.

Like fox screamed, not baby screamed.

He's loud for a little guy.

[tigerpoet]

The smaller they are the louder they get.

[sweetsleuth]

I guess that explains Mister Fancy Hat.

[tigerpoet]

Did you know that he's taller than the Chuuya I know?

[sweetsleuth]

They come even smaller than that?

[tigerpoet]

151 centimeters in life.

[sweetsleuth]

Gee, that's almost Kyouka-chan's height...

Come to think of it, you never showed me what he looked like when we went to that simulation of your world.

But I guess we were kinda busy.

[tigerpoet]

Just a little bit.

Did I ever tell you that you sound a bit like my world's Kyouka? Not identical, but close.

[sweetsleuth]

...I know the Kyouka-chan of your world is a man, but that's still very weird for me to hear.

[tigerpoet]

How do you think I feel about it?

[sweetsleuth]

It's pretty weird either way!

[...]

I don't sound like him in bed, do I?

[He hasn't been accidentally squicking Atsushi this whole time, has he??]

[tigerpoet]

I haven't slept with him I don't know???

[sweetsleuth]

I know you haven't!!
But I mean
I could still sound like him anyway on accident??

[tigerpoet]

If it makes you feel any better, I associate the voice with you now more than I do with him.

[sweetsleuth]

[...]

That does make me feel better.
But I guess I should be glad I sound like a friend of yours, rather than the other-me.

[tigerpoet]

I don't really like the other Ranpo.

[Even now, he still finds it hard to just say things like that. He doesn't want to offend, and that Ranpo is a great writer and a lover of mysteries acting as a lover of mysteries does, it's not his place to tell him that he's not comfortable with how pushy he is-]

Is that okay?

[sweetsleuth]

Why wouldn't it be?
That guy gave me the creeps, and I only talked to a fake version of him for ten seconds!
Just because we share a name and some other weird alternate dimension mumbo-jumbo doesn't mean we're actually related in any way.

[tigerpoet]

It's not because of the name. I'd feel guilty saying that about any of my coworkers. Edogawa hasn't really done anything wrong to me... Just been a little pushy with his questions, and really I should expect that from anyone who found out about Tiger.

[The fault is probably with him.]