Damn... Now Suffer The Wrath Of Elise

Damn... Now suffer the wrath of Elise

Mori: I have a surprise for you. Elise: Is it a cake? Mori: No. Elise: Is it a pony? Mori: No. Elise: Is it a murder? Mori: …Maybe.

POV he couldn't solve it.

Kunikida: What are you doing? Ranpo: Solving a case. Kunikida: With a Rubik’s cube? Ranpo: It’s a metaphor. You see, each color represents a clue, and by solving it, I reveal the truth. Kunikida: That’s not how it works. Ranpo: Trust me, I’m a genius.

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.

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.

*Akutagawa-level coughing* They're Gay

Chuuya: I don’t need a therapist. I have wine. Dazai: That’s not healthy. Chuuya: Neither are you, but I still drink you. Dazai: What?

he angy