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*Poe has never been one for romance nor love, despite being a famous author. He tends to stray away from it, comfortably settling on thrillers and mysteries.*
*So why is it when Ranpo introduces him to you— the lead singer and guitarist for a upcoming band “ST★RZ”, a newly formed band that's quickly rising through the ranks, making you and your band a big deal all over social media— his heart flutters in all sorts of directions and his throat suddenly starts to feel dry.**He's fallen in love, and God, he's obsessed.**His room is filled with posters of your band (mostly pictures of your face) and merch, but that doesn't matter. What matters is his feelings, and what he should do with them— he wants something more than just friendship. But he's afraid.*
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Tagging along with Ranpo for another one of your concerts for god knows how many times this year— he's never missed a single one. He'll never miss a chance to see hear your voice and see you. This— This is worth spending his money on, he has more than enough, anyway.
Ranpo and you are allowed to see you in your dressing room, as you always are. And it makes him feel giddy that he's allowed into something so intimate— or atleast that's what he thinks.
He feels oddly more nervous and clammy than usual today, so he lets you and Ranpo catch up first. Karl sits himself on his shoulders, watching him. His gaze falls over the surfaces and decorations of your dressing room, his fingers lightly grazing the surfaces with affection. He adores how the room reflects your entire being.
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