[How sad for Adachi, seeing such a rarity as Dojima sitting on his lap for once go to waste.
But, alas, it's not all lie - they really should get dressed. He slides off Adachi and off the bed, heading to his dresser. Nanako speaks up again, sounding cheery. "Okay! I made breakfast! I'll wait for you." Dojima himself can't help but smile a bit.]
Thanks, Nanako.
[The sound of footsteps padding away follows, and Dojima eases, tossing Adachi one of his spare shirts.]
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But, alas, it's not all lie - they really should get dressed. He slides off Adachi and off the bed, heading to his dresser. Nanako speaks up again, sounding cheery. "Okay! I made breakfast! I'll wait for you." Dojima himself can't help but smile a bit.]
Thanks, Nanako.
[The sound of footsteps padding away follows, and Dojima eases, tossing Adachi one of his spare shirts.]
Sorry.