[Jackpot. Adachi looks down at the back of Dojima's head with a small smile, and judging from the eloquence in the other Dojima's speech, he isn't far behind. He sets down his second, untouched glass with a neat little clink, one hand on the toppled Dojima's arm to keep him from sliding off, and grins lopsidedly at the one still standing (but not for long).]
Looks like we're all pretty knackered, huh? Better get you guys home before Nanako-chan starts to worry again.
[Because that's the trump card, the be-all, end-all as far as Dojima is concerned. There are no wiser words. Adachi even manages a bit of a slur of his own, stressing the 'worry', leaning back against the other Dojima's weight.]
C'mon. I can drop you off, sir. It's on the way - least I could do for the drinks.
[It's close enough to conversation in similar circumstances back in Inaba that maybe if he's lucky, this Dojima won't even notice the difference and just go along with it (or so he hopes).]
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Looks like we're all pretty knackered, huh? Better get you guys home before Nanako-chan starts to worry again.
[Because that's the trump card, the be-all, end-all as far as Dojima is concerned. There are no wiser words. Adachi even manages a bit of a slur of his own, stressing the 'worry', leaning back against the other Dojima's weight.]
C'mon. I can drop you off, sir. It's on the way - least I could do for the drinks.
[It's close enough to conversation in similar circumstances back in Inaba that maybe if he's lucky, this Dojima won't even notice the difference and just go along with it (or so he hopes).]