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[loadsavepoint.livejournal.com]

SUDDENLY, YOU'RE STUCK IN A DARK CLOSET WITH...

Yeah, we went there. Blame Endy. You know the dealio: you're stuck in a closet - literally - with someone. A stranger, a person you hate, love, love but won't ever admit it-/shot

ANYWAY where the closet opens up to or how you even get out of there is all up to you. Maybe it's a ~*magical*~ closet, maybe it's an average ol' room. Just get creative!

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[juneslater.livejournal.com]

What do you mean gu-

[Oh. Well jeez. Old man grumble time.]

Can't you just be more straightforward..?

[Despite that, though, he makes his way back over.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi pulls him down by the arm as soon as he gets close enough.]

What? I'm a pretty straightforward guy, in my opinion.

[That is quite possibly the biggest lie ever. Adachi climbs over Dojima when he is down.]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[It might be the biggest lie ever, but that's a pretty straightforward motion. Never even given time for protest, huh, Dojima? Or he just gives up too easily. He does push himself up on his elbows, at least, still giving him an unconvinced look.]

Yeah, right.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

Totally! For example, I bet even you can tell what I want right now.

['Even you'? Hey, what's that supposed to mean?]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Hey, that's a good question. Dojima pushes Adachi over, switching their positions.]

What d'ya mean, 'even me'?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi blinks up for a second. That was a little more quick-handed than he expected.]

I mean, no offense or anything, Dojima-san, but I understand that in your age, you start to get...a little slow.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Hey, who's slow?

[Dojima glares down, pinching Adachi's nose.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[In a nasally voice.]

Ow, ow, hey, let up!

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[He lets up pretty quick (not that he was pinching that hard), and perhaps surprisingly, follows it up by leaning down and pressing their mouths together; gently, maybe apologetically, even.]

Was that what you wanted?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

Partly.

[Reaching up, Adachi pulls him back down.]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[It figures that just as Dojima starts easing up, and things get particularly... 'nice', that a knock sounds from the door, and a timid voice follows: "Dad..? Are you awake?"

Dojima jolts away, sitting upright.]

Y-yeah, I'm awake, Nanako! Uh...

[He blinks down at Adachi, then back at the door. It isn't locked, is it?]

Just... getting dressed, that's all.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Oh are you kidding me...]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[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.]

Sorry.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Can't even complain there - Adachi is smart enough to know that Nanako is the one line he should never cross. The entire gig is up if he does. He catches the shirt, slipping his arms into the sleeves.]

Nah, at least Nanako-chan proved that the door doesn't lead to outer space.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Huh. Guess so.

[Well, chances are, Nanako would still be too young to understand just what Adachi being in his room - door closed - actually means. (They can just say Adachi was in the bathroom this whole time, or something.) At the very least, he gets to watch Dojima change. That's never a bad sight, huh?]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Not at all - nice enough that Adachi's hands settle on his waist from behind, chin dropping to his shoulder.]

Gonna take a rain check on this one, Dojima-san.

[Didn't think you were getting off that easily, did you?]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[No objections there, really. Dojima finishes buttoning his shirt up (a short-sleeved one, for once), then turns his head just enough to mumble against Adachi's cheek.]

Hmm... I guess that's alright.

[Dojima turns around to face him, looking down at Adachi's shirt. It's oddly domestic, the way Dojima straightens out the wrinkles while asking:]

Staying for breakfast?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

I don't think she made my share.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

She always makes a lot. It'll be fine.

[A slight turn back to the dresser, grabbing a pair of shorts, and Dojima plops them into Adachi's arms.]

Maybe tonight you can make good on your rain check.

[One more actual kiss on the mouth, then Dojima pulls away, heading for the door.]