WIP Wednesday - 7

WIP Wednesday - 7

From the upcoming Fyodor Ship Week - Tuesday. Pairing: Fyodor/Ranpo

"Ranpo appraised the man, deciding to amuse himself by trying to guess his occupation. It was possible his health was poor, not that he had something disrupting his sleep, but the damage around his cuticles and chewed down nails were a strike against that being the only reason.

It could be an idle motion, but more than likely the man was stressed, or had a habit that was exacerbated by him spending long periods of time maintaining his focus. Ranpo debated putting his glasses on when he found his thoughts wandering as he trailed his gaze up the man's neck back to his face.

No, maybe he was the type to chew on them when he was excited too... Now he was looking straight at Ranpo, but he didn't care, he kept studying him, unbothered by if he was making him uncomfortable or not. He was pretty and fascinating to look at, but Ranpo could easily imagine him looking more disheveled hunched over a computer for hours while he chewed on those thin and long fingers.

The man had started walking straight towards him, and it struck him that he did not actually want to talk to this guy at all. He downed the rest of his drink quickly and made his way towards one of the staircases, hoping the object of his interest wouldn’t follow him, but fully aware of the possibility that he would. If he was going to have to engage with this person he was sure he was the type that would be more disarmed if he was surrounded by less people.

Was this a reckless idea? Of course! But he was so bored, and he still had to make it through quite a bit of time until his ride got here. If he needed to he could escape and just start walking down the street and force whoever was picking him up to come and find him or something. It would be fine! Probably..."