continued from here ( @celestrot )
* . While Karl warmly indulges pets from Ranpo, Edgar refuses to melt. He is here in attendance as requested, yes, but not for pleasantries. What matters most to him is setting the record straight. A line of inquiry burns his throat; he has to hold it down with lips pressed tight together.
His well-timed assault rewards him more than he’d thought. Ranpo’s eyes widen splendidly. Surprise? Confusion? Perhaps… frustration? Giddiness swarms Edgar’s chest. He wishes to cackle then and there, but settles for a modest smile that brings just a touch of color to his cheeks.
Oh, how good it is. How sweet it is. Look at that pout! Edgar has won here, even if Ranpo retaliates moments later. Labeling him a cheater, of all things, smears not one inch of his pride. “You picked the wrong confidant,” he counters, oddly riled. Miss Montgomery is capable of keeping a secret, of course, but Edgar can be… compelling with someone so close to him. When he wants and means to be, that is.















