Blackmail.

Blackmail.

Chuuya: What are you doing here? Dazai: I came to see you, of course. Chuuya: Why? We’re enemies, remember? Dazai: Oh, come on. You know you still love me. Chuuya: I never loved you. You were just a partner. Dazai: A partner in crime and in bed. Chuuya: Shut up! Don’t say that out loud! Dazai: Why not? It’s the truth. You can’t deny our chemistry. Chuuya: I can and I will. Now get out of here before I kick your ass. Dazai: Fine, fine. But you’ll miss me when I’m gone.

They're so freaking cute.

Akutagawa: I hate you. Atsushi: I hate you too. Akutagawa: You’re weak. Atsushi: You’re arrogant. Akutagawa: You’re annoying. Atsushi: You’re infuriating. Akutagawa: You’re cute. Atsushi: You’re… wait, what?

OOOOOOOH.

Kenji: I’m hungry. Let’s go eat something. Naomi: Okay, what do you want to eat? Kenji: Anything is fine. As long as it’s delicious and cheap. Naomi: How about ramen? Kenji: Ramen sounds good. Let’s go to that place near the Agency. Naomi: Okay, let’s go. *They arrive at the ramen shop* Kenji: Wow, this place looks nice. And it smells good too. Naomi: Yeah, it does. Let’s go inside and order. *They enter the shop and see Dazai and Chuuya sitting at a table* Kenji: Hey, look. It’s Dazai and Chuuya. Naomi: What? Where? Kenji: Over there. They’re eating ramen together. Naomi: Really? Let me see. *She looks at the table and sees Dazai and Chuuya slurping noodles and staring into each other’s eyes* Naomi: Oh my god. They’re on a date. Kenji: What? No, they’re not. They’re just eating ramen. Naomi: No, they’re definitely on a date. Look at how they’re looking at each other. And how close they are sitting. And how they’re sharing the same bowl of ramen. Kenji: That doesn’t mean anything. Maybe they’re just hungry and don’t care about personal space. Naomi: Or maybe they’re in love and don’t care about anything else. Kenji: That’s ridiculous. They’re enemies, not lovers. Naomi: Well, you know what they say. There’s a thin line between love and hate. Kenji: Who says that? Naomi: I don’t know. Some people. Kenji: Well, some people are wrong. Dazai and Chuuya hate each other. They would never date each other. Naomi: Fine, then why don’t we ask them? Kenji: Ask them what? Naomi: Ask them if they’re on a date or not. Kenji: No, that’s rude. We can’t just barge into their conversation and ask them personal questions. Naomi: Why not? It’s not like they’re busy or anything. They’re just eating ramen. Kenji: Still, it’s none of our business. Let’s just leave them alone and find another table. Naomi: No, I want to know the truth. Come on, let’s go talk to them. Kenji: No, wait. Don’t drag me into this. *Naomi drags Kenji to the table where Dazai and Chuuya are sitting* Naomi: Excuse me, Dazai-san, Chuuya-san. Can we ask you something? Dazai: Hm? What is it? Chuuya: What do you want? Naomi: We were wondering… are you two on a date?

Hahah, noobs

Ranpo: Poe, I challenge you to a game of chess. Poe: Very well, Ranpo. I accept your challenge. But be warned, I am a master of strategy and logic. Ranpo: And I am a genius detective who can solve any mystery. Poe: Then let the battle of wits begin. *They sit down at the chess board and stare at each other for a few minutes*  Ranpo: So…how do we play this? Poe: I have no idea.

Fyodor is angerly

Fukuzawa: As the leader of the Armed Detective Agency, I have to make sure everyone is safe and happy. Mori: As the leader of the Port Mafia, I have to make sure everyone is scared and miserable. Fukuzawa: Why are we so different? Mori: Because you’re a saint and I’m a sinner.

Guess nobody died.

Ranpo: I’m bored. Let’s play a game. Yosano: What kind of game? Ranpo: A murder mystery game. One of us is the killer and the rest are the victims. Yosano: That sounds fun. How do we decide who’s the killer? Ranpo: Easy. We draw straws. Yosano: Okay, let’s do it. Ranpo: *pulls out a bunch of straws* Yosano: Wait a minute. These are all short. Ranpo: Oops. Looks like I’m the killer then. Yosano: Ranpo, this is cheating. Ranpo: No, it’s not. It’s strategy.