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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[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]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Speak of the devil, Adachi's gaze slowly moves up, out of some faked sense of modesty, and he blinks, pointing a finger.]

Hey, uh. Is that one of yours?

[There, on top of the ceiling fan is somebody's shirt. One of the buttons are hanging loosely from it by a solitary thread, like the article was torn clean off the body.]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[A blink, and Dojima looks up. What the hell is that doing up there? Judging from the faded gray color, it's the other Dojima's - the more Infinity-experienced one had taken a liking to more casual wear over the time he's been here. (Especially since it was now summer.)]

...His.

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

Will you leave long enough for us to get dressed?!

[ The other Dojima quips back at Adachi, dragging the covers up with him as he reaches for his top. He sure as hell didn’t know what was going on, but Adachi wasn’t doing any good poking his head in and making bizarre exclamations. Regardless of how drunk he’d gotten, there was no way he’d have done that. ]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Maybe because it's early morning, and he's just woken up, he doesn't catch himself in time to stop the words from escaping.]

C'mon, it's nothing I haven't seen bef-

[...Uh, wait.]

I mean, yes sir! Right away sir!

[That slam of the door? That would be his getaway.]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[The look this Dojima gives him is a horrified one, but he turns away in search of his shirt, running a hand over his face with a muffled curse. Maybe the other him will mistake it as a guy thing. That's all he's gonna regard it as himself, anyway.]

Ugh, that idiot.

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

The hell did he mean by that?!

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Hell if I know. 'Cause we're all men, I guess.

[His tone is level and dismissive, but he's still looking away, tugging on a seemingly random t-shirt from the floor. (It has some broken English phrase on it.) Dojima would bet fifty dollars that Adachi is leaning against the door, listening in on their conversation anyway - probably enjoying the ruckus he just caused. Come to think of it... Would he set this up?]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[I don't know, would he? Because he certainly has his ear pressed up against the door, if the irregularity of the shadow falling through the bottom crack of it is any indication - perfectly broken in two places, by someone's feet. It takes a detective to notice a small detail like that, though.

Thankfully, detectives are in abundance here, now aren't they?]

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

Just what the hell’s going on here?



You obviously know something I don't.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Look, I can't-

[Wait a second. Something from the corner of his eye catches his attention - two shadows shuffling from under the door. If it weren't for the clear path the door's swinging path left (there's clothes and junk everywhere else), he wouldn't have noticed. A sigh, and Dojima waltzes over to the door, pulling it open with no warning.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

Whoa- oof!

[Adachi lands on his stomach, near Dojima's feet, with a whump. Curling up, he lifts his upper body and rubs a hand into his offended forehead, the skin there reddening from its impromptu introduction to the ground. He winces, sitting back on his ankles.]

Sheesh, y'could've knocked, Dojima-san.

[You're one to talk.]

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

You again?!

What are you still here for?!

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

It's his apartment, actually. No reason to be listenin' in, though.

[A halfhearted glare down at Adachi, and he heaves the man up, walking past once he's on his feet.]

Gonna make some coffee. Head's killin' me. I'll explain some stuff over a cup.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Shooting the other Dojima a sheepishly look, still occasionally rubbing his forehead, Adachi backs toward the door again.]

Heheh, a little late to say it, I guess, but make yourself at home?

[He turns as if to follow into the kitchen, before pausing in the doorway. Turning around, Adachi points to one of the blinds. They're pulled, but on the left, there is a hint of black cloth hanging from one end.]

Think that's your sock, sir.

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

Give me a break.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[From the kitchen, there's the sounds of water and general rummaging around. After a moment, it quiets down, just for Dojima to shout for Adachi anyway.]

Adachi, come here. I can't find the coffee.

[Actually, he already found it - but they need to have a talk before talking with his other self.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

Coming! ...Right away, sir!

[That second part sounds almost tacked-on, there, like it's an afterthought, just for show. Adachi leaves one Dojima to put his...socks back on, and joins the other in the kitchen, struggling to hide his smile. He's more free with his expressions with this particular choice in company, and he doesn't seem all that surprised when he sees the coffee already sitting on the counter when he enters.]

...Rough night?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Adachi is greeted with a flick to the forehead.]

Did you set that up?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi reels back with a frown, rubbing his offended forehead yet again]

Hey! Watch it! Is this how you treat an injured man?