Ranpo walks out Yosano's apartment with a pout on his face and a resolute steadiness in his step. It doesn't take Ranpo's natural deductive ability to see that his good friend, Kunikida, had something...troublesome happen to him. Whether it is some threat that Ranpo has come across before or something that he has yet to face, he isn't quite sure. The one thing he is certain of is that Kunikida was rattled to the point where he had politely declined Yosano's bowl of soup and wandered out the door like a stray dog.
The prim, proper, ideal Kunikida would have thanked Yosano for her hospitality by verbally and physically thanking her via eating her culinary work. As it were, both Ranpo and Yosano were worried and disappointed that Kunikida hadn't deigned to talk about his problems. It was also a topic in their conversation they had after Kunikida left.
"Maybe his job has been stressing him out? Kids these days aren't disciplined enough." Yosano tries to reason.
Ranpo tries his best not to snort out loud—Fukuzawa has been trying to teach him humility, whatever that was—but despite his best efforts, it still slips out. He lets a slow and easy smile grace his lips as he leans back in Yosano's chair—adequate, functional, with just a hint of a modern touch—and shakes his head.
"No. Something external. Something, that for Kunikida, wouldn't be considered ideal. Perhaps it's not a person—" He takes a lick from a lollipop he had snuck away from Yosano's 'private' stash. "—maybe it's a conundrum. A problem of sorts."
"You think he might have...had contact with—"
Ranpo waves his hand in irritation.
"No. Far from that. Kunikida serves no purpose or poses a threat to the Port Mafia. It could be something new."
Yosano hums in affirmation before nodding at the clock that hung on her wall.
"He should be home now...you think we should call him? To make sure that he's all right?"
Ranpo shakes his head.
"He'll be fine." Ranpo pauses and adds in an afterthought, "He looked like he was contemplating something as he left. As if he were dead set on setting something straight."
Ranpo frowns. He's concerned, but he doesn't want to think anymore.
"Meh, he'll be fine!"
