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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[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[All those times with Adachi...

Dojima shakes his head, shrugging one shoulder.]

Nothin'. It'd just be eerie.

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

You say that like it isn't already.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Well...

[He rubs the back of his neck, leaning back on his stool. This particular Dojima has been through this twice.]

Guess I'm used to this place doin' stuff like this.

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

You ordering anything?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Nah, still finishing this.

[Dojima raises the beer bottle in his left hand. (Kirin Light also.)]

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

Ah, geez. I should have figured.



Oh well, drinking with myself is better than drinking alone, I guess.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Might be able to argue that they're the same thing, huh? Hah.

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

Ha ha. Guess you’re right about that. Isn’t too often that I get to talk to myself, though. Not without looking like I’m crazy.

How about ordering up a few more beers? I’m gonna need something to help me last through this game.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Dojima gives a good laugh at that. They were never known for a good sense of humor, huh?]

Yeah, I hear ya'. Sounds good to me.

[Downing the rest of the bottle in his hand, he signals the bartender. For someone who Dojima assumes is an Infinity native, he sure looks confused by the two of them. (Maybe the strange part is that the doubles are getting along.) After a moment, though, he just shrugs, serving up two cold beers.]

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

Y'know... You're really not all that bad. For some kinda cheap copy, I mean.



Huh. Game's picking up a bit, too.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Pffft... Who's th' cheap copy? I was here first. But 'ey, you ain't half bad either. Guess it's like havin' a twin.

[Somewhere in their drinking, Dojima had switched to the seat beside his clone, mostly looking up at the TV screen anyway. Apparently, the game had picked up enough for there to be some foul play, resulting in one of the players landing on their face. Dojima cringes and laughs at the same time.

Ow. That's gotta hurt.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[To the roar of the crowd booing at the foul, the weight of someone's elbow falls on the right Dojima's shoulder without hesitation, like he's used to taking the liberty or invading that space. Adachi reaches over and plucks a can right out of his hand, taking a sip at it as he glances up at the screen.]

Sheesh, thought these things were all about fair play and sportsmanship crap.

[He looks back down as he takes another gulp, and just notices the other Dojima to the left, all but spitting out his mouthful onto the counter with shock.]

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

Adachi?!



Just where the hell did you come from?! And what do you think you’re doing grabbing drinks right out of people’s hands?!

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[At the sound of Adachi's voice nearby, Dojima looks over, eyes wide.]

Uh... Adachi, that's not-

[And he cringes again, with the sudden commotion of the outburst and him getting smacked. (Is that what he always looked like, hitting Adachi upside the head?) Nowadays, Dojima's used to Adachi taking liberties with his things (with him), no longer losing his temper when the man did. Of course, he's certainly gotten to know the man, and this Dojima... Well, they hadn't talked about it, but now it speaks for itself.]

Whoa, hey, calm down! Adachi, you alright?

[If Adachi can't tell the difference between them at this point, then shame on him.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

Wh-what's the big deal?!

[Adachi automatically flinches, putting a hand up to shield himself. It's a bit of a rusty habit, but in-tact still the same. He looks between the two of them, bewilderment as clear as day on his face, before taking a safe step back from one Dojima, and using the other as a meatshield stepping behind the other.]

...Should I even ask what's going on?

[Dojima and beer wasn't always a good thing. Two of them could only mean chaos.]

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

Sheesh, it’s nothing but a little knock on the head. What’s all the fuss for?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[The more abusive of the Dojimas must be really used to them both being here already, considering it's not just a little knock on the head that's freaking Adachi out. They are a bit tipsy, though - so much for judgment.]

I think the fuss is that there's two of us.

[Dojima glances over his shoulder at Adachi, pretty coherent for all the beers they've had. Maybe the commotion a second ago startled him into soberness.]

He ain't my shadow or anything. Jus' another me. Dunno when he came from, though.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Hesitating for a second, Adachi ventures out and towards the first mistaken Dojima, curiosity getting the better of him. They were exactly the same, from that slight crease in the brow, etched into the skin from wrinkling, to the point where the last of his stubble reached on his jaw, to even the deeper set of his eyes. He leaned back on his heels and whistled, impressed.]

Where'd-

[No wait.]

When'd you come from, pa-uh...sir?

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

I’ve been here.

Ran into this guy once before, even. Least... I think it was him. Unless there's even more doubles a' me running around this town.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

What's with the whistle?

[Shaking his head, Dojima sets down his own beer, waving a hand.]

Should'a asked before. I meant, when was it... back home at Inaba, before you got here?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi nods, taking the seat that the other Dojima had occupied earlier (talking about those liberties), and in addition, taking a gulp out of his beer.]

Yeah, I mean...any new developments on the case?

[He's obviously being careful, but only to those to which it'd be obvious. There is one difference between them, for sure - and it's a pretty important one. He glances back at his Dojima - yup, they're even making the same expression now.]

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

New developments?



Can’t say there’s been any progress considering I can’t get back to Inaba.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[This Dojima's frown sticks, though. He doesn't even have to glance at Adachi.]

I see.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

...Uh, why don't you sit down...sir?

[Adachi addresses the frowning Dojima, patting the empty seat to his other side, and putting him squarely between the two. He really isn't all that up for getting punched in the face again, considering the road to where they were now wasn't entirely pleasant at times. Hopefully he could just guide the conversation away from work (yeah right, good luck with that when dealing with Dojima). The alcohol had to be helping already.]

So, uh, how's the game going, Dojima-san....s?

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

Picking up a little from before, that’s for sure.



So I’m guessing you’re with… the other me.