They Will Call Our Crimes A Work Of Art: Soukoku Child (Chuuya X Dazai)

221b Baker street

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221b Baker street - Poe's novel
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Rain was pouring against the window, Ranpo was leaning on the old armchair waiting for his guest.

Poe had accommodated his changes to the setting of the apartment, he made it impossible to leave the street the world ended where the street did, it was really the perfect place to stall someone for information.

A blinding light outside the apartment' door signaled that the designed reader had arrived in the book

"¹CAZZO!!" thud

Ouch, ok maybe the... swearword? Was a good indicator too

Ranpo waited a bit, but since she didn't come in he toke the initiative

"Come in, the door is open, thief-san"
He chucked at the startled yelp from across the door.

The slow cricking sound of old wood was telling him his guest was weary and ready to bolt
"Sit, be my guest, no one is going to disturb us here and don't bother using your ability, here they don't work"
He motioned to the chair in front of him, silenting asking her to not cause a commotion

"Why should trust?" She asked uncertain in both grammar and tone

"Because you have no other choice other than sit and listen to me" he chirped happily.
Silence met him
"..."

"Ehm... Repeat?" She asked frustrated

Ranpo begane speaking slower
"Ah- of course, without your ability you can't read the meaning of my words, sit down" he grinned and crossed his arms
"we have a lot to talk about and you don't have other options"

She stared at him, probably trying to activate her ability, failing
She walked limping towards the seat in front of him

He spoke in english
"Is English better?" As he spoke she perked up, recognising the language

"Yes... It's better" she sat down slowly, she seamed to understand the situation all to well, something was... Unusual

"So? What do you want to talk about?"
Her English was flawless, definitely better than her Japanese

Ranpo and the girl sat, exchanging glaces; he started asking some questions, to which she replayed with yes and no's, trying her best to give as little information as possible especially her name, she refuse to let anything slip on that particular topic. Boring

But seeing the girl trying so hard to deflect his questions was quite amusing, all things considered, she didn't know he was just buying time, he knew the answer to the questions he was asking, he just needed to wait untill Hirotsu brought the book to Dazai

"How did you deflect the port mafia executive?" She used her ability to alter the reality he was perceiving giving the effects she had vanished.

"Would you like to know" she mumbled sarcastically

Ranpo looked at the clock, they had been here for half an hour, it was about time

Light from the other side of the door catches both of their attention

*Thud
"Off... I didn't expect the fall... Ugh"
The door squeaked open as Dazai walked inside

"Ojama shimasu²" Dazai chipped happily as he entered