doublejimers

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[What a rough week.

Not that any week in Infinity is rough, given the lack of work, but sometimes those events take a lot out of a guy. Like those zombies, or swapping bodies, or countless other things that shouldn't be possible. It's not unusual for Dojima to hit up the bar, anyway - even if he is alone. There's nothing like a cool, soothing beer in the summer, too. Dojima finds himself easing already, bottle in hand, simply sitting at the bar and watching soccer. He was never much for sports (maybe a bit of baseball), but it's more entertaining to watch than he thought, especially with all the others in the place getting into it themselves. Not a bad atmosphere at all. He's still more subdued, though, what with being by himself. Oh well, still fun to watch.]

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[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

Another kirin light’ll be fine.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Huh. Whoever this familiar-sounding guy was, he sure had good tastes in-]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

3/3

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

You again?!

[Dojima almost jumps in surprise, eyes wide. Himself again?! ...This isn't that shadow version is it?]

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[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

What the—

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[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

You again? I thought this whole doppelganger thing was done and over with.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Tch. Infinity ain't that easy to get away from.

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

No kidding.



What brings you here, anyway?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Funny - this Dojima is doing the same, pulling a lighter from his pocket.]

You're me, aren't ya'? You can figure it out.

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

You gotta copy everything I do?



I get that you're my double n'all, but we can't be completely alike. 'Least not down to the point where we're doing the same things at the same time.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Hey, I was here first.

[Almost in perfect synchronization, Dojima tucks his lighter into his own pocket. His own smokes aren't out yet, though - so he's right about not everything being similar, at least; which is probably a comfort. Plus, there's a frown on his face.]

I sure hope we're not doing the same things at the same time.

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Why’s that?

I mean, as long as we’re not in the same place it ain’t so annoying I guess.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi had dragged his Dojima in first, because he was out for the count, and this one wouldn't mind another weight settling into the bed after him (he might have even been used to it). Half-stumbling and half-dragging the man to the bed, Dojima had almost fallen into it himself, face down on his pillow before Adachi rolled him onto his side before he suffocated himself.]

Sheesh, Dojima-san, talk about dead weight.

[He took only a second to undo the buttons on his clothes and slip them off, leaving only the essentials on, being well-practiced, and before he left to get his other charge for the night, he smoothed down the wrinkle in his temple with a small smile. Better spare him that now - there'd be enough of that in the morning.

The second Dojima was a little less cooperative. He didn't lean into Adachi has much, and was still half-lucid, though that seemed to wane as they made their way in. Just like the first one, Adachi so helpfully undressed him, only this time he left the red tie on him as well. Two passed out Dojimas on the same bed - of course he took a picture (two or three of them, in fact). The flash didn't even make them stir.]

Heh, like candy from a baby.

[It wasn't that he was looking for revenge. It was just that, well, the two could use a bit of loosening up, and even some...self understanding, maybe (pun intended). It was harmless, and Adachi wasn't exactly known for his merciful sense of humor. Besides, he was owed something for helping them get home in that state. Loosening his own collar, Adachi headed back outside, closing the door. Now it was just a matter of waiting.

What's the worse that could happen?]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Come morning (more like noon), Dojima stirs when the sun hits just right through Adachi's blinds and into his eyes, turning over. His arm lands over his double's chest, leg flopping over his, face nestled right in the crook of his neck. To him, this is all familiar - waking up next to Adachi, sometimes being the one to cuddle up if he was hung over enough. To the other Dojima, this is probably... not so familiar. (Just keep building up the evidence, Dojima.) His voice is muffled, and still a bit slurred; though probably from grogginess this time.]

Y'need some curtains, Adachi.

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[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

What're y'goin on 'bout curtains for...

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[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

—What the h..

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[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

1/3

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Outside, Adachi jerked awake on the couch. As soon as things caught up to him, though, he had to slap a hand over his mouth to keep himself from laughing out loud. Perfect.]

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[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Getting up, he trudged to the bedroom, rubbing his eyes like a sleepy child. His jacket had been left on the back of the couch, and he was all in disarray - not unusual, by any means.]

Dojima-san? What's all the noise about? Sheesh, after you two made me drag you back and kicked me out of the room for some privacy and everything...cut me a break already-

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[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Then, blinking awake, he surveys the situation, jerking a step back and covering his eyes.]

Whoa! Whoa! Wh-what's going on here?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Somewhere in the ruckus, Dojima had fallen off the bed, just barely clinging to the blankets to cover himself up. He sits up quickly, staring in horror at both his doppelganger and Adachi.]

Hell if I know! I just woke up and...

[Oh jeez, did they really... They couldn't have. He wouldn't. Neither would the other him. Or were they drunk enough to..? And what's with Adachi's words, there? There's no way he would let himself be kicked out for their privacy. (Unless he's much more dirty-minded than he thought.)

As Adachi predicted, Dojima's forehead wrinkles between the eyebrows, looking mighty troubled.]

Do you... remember anything?

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

Last thing I can remember is leaving the bar with you two.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

Man, and here I thought it was just for some, y'know, deep soul-searching introspective discussion stuff, just some kinks you guys wanted to iron out about each other. Talk about kinks...

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Dojima seems to be in a numb state of shock, just rummaging for his clothes. Adachi definitely isn't helping. (It doesn't strike him just yet, with his oncoming headache, that something about his behavior is suspicious.) Eventually, he finds his pants, sliding them on and directing a glare in Adachi's direction. There are some things he can't just blurt out in front of the other him. But hey, they're kinda jumping to conclusions here, huh?]

H-hold on. It's not like we... know for sure.

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]