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[sweetsleuth]

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ultra_deduction: Hey, it's Ranpo!
ultra_deduction: Looks like you have a message for me?
ultra_deduction: So send it already!!

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[sweetsleuth]

Name a time and place and I'll be there.

Or don't! I'll be there waiting for you whether you tell me or not.

[Because He's Ranpo™ and he'd know exactly where she would go and when, even if she tried to intentionally throw him off. He can be scary sometimes.]

[chichichi]

I'll see you there then.

[ After she makes a little something, that is.

It doesn't take her long to arrive at the beach in Tokyo. She's that small, pitch bird again, an impossibly large parcel in her beak as she soars overhead.

Now where's her Ranpo? ]

[sweetsleuth]

[Ranpo is chillin' on the beach, sitting on a blanket and munching on a bag of chips. Whether Setsura makes a sound or not as she flies in, he waves -- without even needing to look up.]

[Now he's just showing off.]

[chichichi]

[ He's showing off and she's glad that he is. If he's doing that, he's doing alright and she descends easily, dropping the parcel atop the blanket ahead of herself. ]

You certainly look comfortable.

[ And she lands atop it. Give her a minute to give her wings a good stretch. ]

[sweetsleuth]

I'm always comfortable! [Where's the lie--]

So, you gonna change back? Or am I gonna have to drink most of this wine myself?

[GESTURES WITH A BOTTLE of delicious godwine.]

[chichichi]

It's rather bold of you to assume birds don't drink.

[ But even as she says it, she's hopping off the top of the parcel. It's a sudden burst of darkness that erupts from her form. Skin stretches, bone cracks, and those dark tendrils will fade into wisps as she comes to rest sitting atop the blanket dressed in her casual outfit from home.

Don't mind the "MILF" tattoo climbing up her collarbone or what looks suspiciously like "pet play" wrapped about her wrist. ]

So, whatcha got?

[sweetsleuth]

[Sorry, did you think he wasn't gonna comment--]

Ah, so Setsura-san's tattoos are accurate!

[chichichi]

As far as you can tell. Do you really want to go there?

[ She doesn't mind save for one that's currently doing its weird hike in a place he can't see. She doesn't trust it to keep hidden, though, but given its Ranpo, he'd know whether he saw it or not. ]

[sweetsleuth]

[Stares for a second.]

[jiiiiiiiiiiii]

[...]

Nah, I already figured the rest out. [Goblin. Worse so, given none of his are visible!!] But Dionysus-san recommended this one! It uses juuust a few grapes from the cotton candy variety he made for me, so basically-- it's twice as alcoholic as regular wine, but still has a sweet taste!

[All that sugar turning into extra booze smh. But of course Ranpo would bring a sweet wine, he's still Ranpo.]

[chichichi]

[ She's going to reach over and poke his nose. ]

Is there such a thing as too sweet to you? I'd hate to imagine that.

[sweetsleuth]

Well, he did try making wine from just the cotton candy ones, and it tasted awful-- so probably that?

[Gonna poke her cheek back in revenge!!]

[chichichi]

[ This is now a poking competition. She's pretty set on booping his nose, wrinkling her own at the idea of cotton candy wine. ]

Let's have a taste, then. I'll have to invite you over when I open the good stuff I got from home. Dionysus, too, I suppose.

[ She supposes. ]

[sweetsleuth]

[Are they having a stupid fight in two threads now, because he's gonna try and bite it this time--]

You suppose, huh. You know, you can still invite just me, he won't get offended or anything-- but he's still gonna be your son-in-law at some point, probably.

[PROBABLY, HE SAYS]

[But also he'll be a good boy and pour her a glass first.]

Our family tree's getting pretty weird by now anyway.

[chichichi]

At some point, he and I are going to need to meet.

[ She won't give excuses. She's always been the sort of person who, if she wants something, she makes it happen one way and when or another.

She'll happily pour him a glass in turn, of course. What? She has manners. It's just a matter of when she chooses to exercise them, really.

And there it is, the brow quirk. ]

You haven't even met your step dad.

[sweetsleuth]

How have you still not met him! Isn't he your dog's uncle?

[...]

This family tree is weird.

But hey, I have an excuse! Some other version of me was sleeping with him-- that's kind of a lot for me, you know!

[chichichi]

[ ... ]

Which dog?

[ She has a lot of dogs, actually. As for the other matter... ]

I suppose.

[sweetsleuth]

I can't believe that's a question you have to ask.

[How many cumdogs are there??]

Ahh, but we really should change all that... maybe we could have a big family dinner? Dionysus-san always loves an opportunity for a party!

I might even be able to get him to wear pants for once.

[chichichi]

[ There are neither enough cumdogs, nor dogs in Setsura's opinion. To hear Ranpo put it like that, though... a family dinner? ]

And that would involve...?

[ Specifically "who" is what she's asking. ]

[sweetsleuth]

You and Lightning-san, and me and Dionysus-san, obviously! Were you not following along with the conversation?

[He is not inviting the cumdog okay]

[chichichi]

[ Fuwafuwa is a very respectable ayakashi! And Setsura is absolutely coming for Ranpo's life. ]

You'd shun your brother?

[sweetsleuth]

It's hard enough getting Dionysus-san to keep his hands to himself when it's just me, don't tempt him with Fukuda-san, too.

[THIS FAMILY IS WEIRD]

[chichichi]

[ ... ]

I suppose I should have said brothers.

[sweetsleuth]

...mom, when do I get a sister?

[chichichi]

Nine months.

[ She says with a straight face. ]

[sweetsleuth]

Don't even joke, I'll get flashbacks.

[bAD]