[Closed] I just wanna, I just wanna know

[sweetsleuth]

⌛ Who: Ranpo, Setsura, and Caesar
⌛ What: A cat and a bird get high. Their mother has to babysit.
⌛ When: Late April
⌛ Where: A Random Uki Bar, Gion, Kyoto
⌛ Warnings: Chaos, doodles, and sloppy attempts at flirting, probably.

Comments

[chichichi]

[ And Setsura is going to lean forward and direct her eyes downward to Caesar's exposed doodle. ]

1/3

[casaposa]

[EX-]

[casaposa]

[-CUSE YOU??????? BOTH?????]

[casaposa]

[It's more airy than he remembers and that has to do with the fact-

His everything is exposed for the world to see, courtesy of one spoiled ass man who doesn't know how to act his age.

He practically tosses Ranpo into the private room, like an old rag doll and-

Tries to pull up his pants to keep a little of his pride.]

You too! Stop gawking and get in there!

[MOM TWO IS MAD!!! Move it Setsura!!]

[sweetsleuth]

[And Ranpo doesn't even fight this, because he's laughing so hard, he can hardly breathe. Excuse him as he just rolls around on the floor where he's thrown, his already askew kimono growing ever more askew.]

I didn't think-- hahahah, that they'd just come down like that...!!

[chichichi]

You are a thousand years too early to be giving me orders.

[ Having said so -- ]

I'll go under one condition.

[ This condition is probably related to how crestfallen she looked only a moment earlier when he pulled his pants back up. Stop ruining her plans, Caesar! ]

[casaposa]

[He has every right to be barking out orders right now. Between the laughing idiot on the ground in front of him and-

The almost disappointed look on Setsura's face-

He's already exhausted. Someone please save him.]

Are you in the position to be giving rules? I don't think so. Get in there with your-

[Pants where they belong, he hands a palm flat against his hip to keep them there. Fool him once, shame on you.]

Whatever he is to you. I won't ask twice.

[sweetsleuth]

She's my mom, obviously!

[Just all aboard the "making this weird" train.]

[But also, careful-- the longer that door is open, the more time Ranpo has to try and crawl back out where the people are. Is he rubbing against Caesar's leg like a cat?? Maybe.]

[chichichi]

[ And now, it's time to make this even weirder. ]

I'll only go if Ranpo-san shows us his doodle!

[casaposa]

[Both of them are going to get a stern talking to when this is over and Ranpo, more than likely, is going to end up tossed in the river for a bit.

He presses against him with the heel of his foot, pushing him back with a little sparking hamon, as a treat.]

His what?

1/2

[sweetsleuth]

Setsura-san... that's nasty.

[He says this in a low, very intense whisper--]

[sweetsleuth]

[But he quickly snorts into laughing again, rolling around the floor near Caesar's feet. He's gone.]

[chichichi]

[ Utterly unashamed or deterred by Ranpo's intensely whispered comment: ]

His doodle, cock, pecker, peter, member, schlong, dong --

[ She's just going to keep loudly listing words for dick if he doesn't cover her mouth. Maybe just pick her up, sling her over your shoulder, and carry her into the room, Caesar. ]

Cum gun --

[ Seriously, she's still going. ]