Kyouka: What Are You Reading?Atsushi: Its A Book About How To Be A Good Detective.Kyouka: Can I See It?Atsushi:

Kyouka: What are you reading? Atsushi: It’s a book about how to be a good detective. Kyouka: Can I see it? Atsushi: Sure, here you go. Kyouka: *reads the title* How to Be a Good Detective by Ranpo Edogawa Atsushi: Yeah, he wrote it himself. He said it’s a bestseller. Kyouka: *flips through the pages* There’s nothing here. It’s just blank. Atsushi: What? Let me see. *takes the book back* Atsushi: Oh, he must have given me the wrong one. This is his notebook. Kyouka: Or maybe he’s just messing with you.

Chaos, ACTIVATE

Ranpo: I have a brilliant idea. Yosano: Oh no. Ranpo: Hear me out. It’s a game show where we swap the abilities of the Agency and the Mafia members and see what happens. Yosano: Oh hell no.

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.

Baddie.

Atsushi: What are you doing? Akutagawa: I’m practicing my evil laugh. Atsushi: Why? Akutagawa: Because I’m a villain, duh. Atsushi: You know, you don’t have to be a villain. You can join the Agency and be a good person. Akutagawa: No, thanks. I like being evil. It suits me better. Atsushi: But you’re not evil. You’re just misunderstood. Akutagawa: No, I’m pretty sure I’m evil. Watch this. *laughs maniacally* Atsushi: *shudders*

Sad truths.

Ranpo: I have a riddle for you. Poe: Okay, let’s hear it. Ranpo: What has a face and two hands, but no arms or legs? Poe: A clock. Ranpo: No, that’s wrong. Poe: What? How is that wrong? Ranpo: The correct answer is Dazai. He has a face and two hands, but no arms or legs because he’s always trying to kill himself. Poe: That’s not a riddle, that’s just a fact. And a sad one at that.

Kill him with cuteness, Kyouka. Or stab him, that works too.

Kyouka: Can I have a cookie? Kenji: Sure, here you go. Kyouka: Thank you. Kenji: You’re welcome. Kyouka: Can I have another cookie? Kenji: Sure, here you go. Kyouka: Thank you. Kenji: You’re welcome. Kyouka: Can I have all the cookies? Kenji: …No, that’s not fair to the others. Kyouka: *pulls out knife*  Kenji: …Okay, take them all.