Pieces of heat

      Rampo snorted softly to himself, shifting from one foot to the other. Standing at the door of his own house was, perhaps, strange, but he wanted to observe all the traditions. Besides, he still searched all his friends and acquaintances. In a wicker basket, a bunch of different sweets were rustling merrily, which on this day are colored with a special taste. And yet his gloomy writer has been missing for a long time. He adjusted his mask, wondering who Po would be. He had a lot of thoughts on this.       Somehow it always turned out that they hid from each other on the day of the holiday, only to get together in a long night walk. And, of course, he noticed a terribly lovely cafe nearby for a long time (he didn't even get lost while he went there). This year is clearly not going to be an exception to the rule. The detective immediately dismissed the idea of a vampire costume — it was last year. Although he wouldn't mind, really. In his imagination, the gloomy image of the writer only became more charming, especially with these false fangs.       He wouldn't admit to himself that he would like this vampire kiss from him.       The air smelled pleasantly fresh, only recently a little rain had fallen. The smell of damp and rotten leaves tickled his nose, making him sneeze softly. Closer to winter, he could catch a stupid cold from anything. He adjusted the folds on his clothes, sighing with satisfaction. Humpty Dumpty was an unexpected way, but it was more interesting this way. Rampo chuckled softly, remembering a nursery rhyme. Almost like a song he started humming to himself: Humpty Dumpty was sitting on the wall, Humpty Dumpty fell in his sleep. All the King's cavalry and all the King's men, Can't Humpty, can't Humpty reassemble.       He smiled a little wider when he heard a soft laugh from the half-open door. Without hesitation, he handed the basket with the words: — Sweets or nasty things?       Edgar quietly came out from behind the door, still chuckling. He loved this game too much (and the fact that they converged on the worlds of Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass). And he couldn't resist giving him a quick peck on the cheek, like an obedient child. Truly, the detective with the gleaming eyes was the most adorable child — and he would have protected him. His caterpillar horns swayed slightly as he moved, and his suit smelled of light smoke. With a generous hand, he poured into the basket the best sweets he could find. The writer smiled at him insinuatingly. — Only sweets for you, Humpty Dumpty.       Rampo immediately grabbed his arm. There was still the whole night ahead for a walk. — Then go ahead for new sweets, Caterpillar!