"Kunikida," a shuffle of papers and the sound of a pen clicking closed as the woman adjusts to the sudden intrusion. "Aren't you at work? I thought that you reserved social calls in the middle of the afternoon at the earliest."
Yosano's tone is wry, if a bit worried.
Kunikida doesn't blame her.
He usually sticks with calling his friends every other week. The fact that he has deviated from the norm by calling without the appropriate time period in between and the time of day was far from ideal…
Yes, Kunikida doesn't blame her worrying tone one bit.
"I actually…" The blond falters, unsure of what to say. Outside of his colleagues from the school, Kunikida can't really lay claim to having good friendships. He had met Yosano and her intriguing detective friend, Ranpo, only a year or two ago. They were spearheading some sort of detective agency and it was clearly going up the ranks if neighborhood rumors were anything to go by.
They had invited Kunikida to join upon noticing his ideals and work ethic.
Sadly, he had declined.
"Yes, Kunikida? I'm in a bit of a situation—" The sound of someone whining (possibly Ranpo) can be heard in the background. The pitch and tone of aforementioned whine has Kunikida jerking his phone away from his ear. A muffled "Ranpo!" is heard from Yosano before she returns to the line.
"Better make it quick, Kunikida," she mumbles. "Ranpo is throwing a tantrum right now and its frightening one of our clients."
Kunikida ruefully smiles before stating, "It's more of a philosophical question. Perhaps we can discuss it over a meal, perhaps?"
Kunikida can practically see Yosano's grin.
"Oh my, are you asking me out on a date?"
"You already know of my ideals, Yosano. I only wish to debate with some idea that's been stewing in my brain for a while now."
"Shall I bring Ranpo? It sounds serious."
"If you wish."
