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[ There weren't many occasions that Dojima was called into work this late at night. Too bad the storm was doing everything it could to make sure he didn't make it. With the rain falling in violent sheets, the water had all but completely washed away a dirt-fill-- one that had been used to temporarily close a gap in the road. The crevice between the cracked cement now held nothing but pool of thick mud, which currently held a pretty firm grasp on back tires of Dojima's SUV. ]

...Just give it another push, will you? We're already late as it is.

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You're not gonna get sick.

C'mon, you keep pushing. I'll try to get this thing moving.

[Jeez, how was Dojima so sure of that?]

Wh-what? Are you serious?

Not like we can just leave it here.

Edited 2009-09-12 06:47 (UTC)

[Barely a mutter. In this weather, and considering Dojima is on the other side of the car, he probably can't hear it.]

No, but I could be the one driving and you could be the one being pelted in the rain.

Damn it.

[It helpfully also splashes a good deal of mud right up to Adachi's waist, all over the front. He stumbles back.]

Ack- hey! S-Stop it!

Adachi, what are you...

-- Just get in. We're gonna have to call someone.

Edited 2009-09-12 11:07 (UTC)

[The door opens and closes, and the next thing you know, what looks like the second Monster Of The Deep has just plopped himself into the passenger seat (that may have been on purpose.) It must be your imagination, too, if his response sounds a little dry.]

Yes, sir.

Hey! Hold it--

Adachi! What the hell do you think you're doing?! At least have the sense to clean yourself up a little..

Oh! Eheh, sorry about that, sir.

[He may look sheepish, but he doesn't seem all that apologetic. He opens the car door again, leaving like that while he wipes himself off, and lets the rain shower all over the lovely interior of the car.]

And learn how to shut the damn door!

[As hopeless as his case is, he doesn't particularly take additional mind when he climbs back in, less dirty (though the seat is), but still wet. There wasn't a towel to dry himself off out there, after all. He even closes the door behind him, a little harder than he needs to, and the force rattles the entire rundown piece of trash Dojima called a car.]

Oh, jeez, my bad, sir. Didn't mean to.

[He puts on his best apologetic face.]

Forget it.

Here. Make the call.

[Seemingly abashed, Adachi takes the phone, making careful effort to brush against Dojima's watch (oops, sorry for getting that wet, sir, hope that's waterproof), and holding it to his ear (hope that's waterproof too).]

Hello? Uh, yeah, chief! We ran into some trouble on the way-

[He pauses, wincing, and holding the phone a little away from his ear.]

Y-yeah, sir, we're on our way!

[Handing it back, still open, he whispers.]

He wants to talk to you, Dojima-san.

Hey- quit it!

I wanted you to call us a tow truck, dumb ass—Not the office!

This is Dojima speaking.

No we’re not—

He told you what..?!

The car’s broken down, we can’t…

Hello..?

Ichihara-san?

…I don’t believe this.

Edited 2009-09-26 14:06 (UTC)

[Adachi bites his tongue, though whether that's because he's nervous or trying desperately to hold in his snickering is hard to say (something only he knows.) This was tragic to ridiculous proportions. Man, even he couldn't scheme up something this bad. It's almost like karma's on his side. He reaches up, wiping a little water dripping from his bangs onto his brow, and gives Dojima a sympathetic, equally suffering look.]

Pretty bad luck, huh? Can't do anything in this weather either.

Damn it.

What the hell are we supposed to do now?!

Just wait it out, I guess.

[He looks outside the window, and the view is blurry considering the sheets of rain against the glass.]

I don't know if it's safe to do anything else, sir.

“Wait it out”?

You serious? It could be hours until this storm blows over.

It's kind of cold out this time of year, sir. You'd probably get sick out there and have to take off from work for days if you were to try something now.

Yeah? Well what do you suggest we do until then?

Listen to the radio? Take a breather? Take a nap? It is pretty late...

♪ Can't read my... Can't read my... No he can't read my POKER FACE (She's got meee like nobody) ♪

What the-

Oh, hey! This song! Man, they play it almost every day. Does your nephew listen to stuff like this?

I've got no idea what kids are listening to these days. This doesn't even sound like music.

Edited 2009-09-27 11:58 (UTC)

[A pause, and another painful thirty seconds of the song drags on. It's surprisingly good reception for such terrible weather.]

...Well, I guess it's not that bad. With its po-po-po-ing.

I'll pass.

[Though he doesn't openly voice his disappointment (he knows better than that), Adachi does grow quiet, sliding down in his seat. After a few moments, he sneezes. Then again.]

...Don't tell me you're actually coming down with something.

Nah, it's just dust or something-

[Sneeze. Jeez buddy, maybe next time you shouldn't make a guy wait out there in the rain while you run mud all over him.]

Here. Bundle up.

[He doesn't take it immediately.]

E-eh? I'll get it dirty, though! I'm wet and I've got all this guck on me...

Might as well,

You already got the stuff all over the passenger's seat.

Edited 2009-09-27 13:50 (UTC)

[He looks down at the seat, and resists for a few more seconds. (A few more - it'll be more sincere that way, look like I'm really reluctant.) Ultimately, though, he takes it, and even though it's bound to get dirty, seems to treat it careful as he shrugs his arms into the sleeves.]

...Thanks, sir. I'll clean it up before I return it.

Better that it's dry cleaned.

I'll spot you some money. You can get your own suit cleaned while your at it. Won't come in looking like a wrinkled mess for once.

[Being that Dojima is facing away, Adachi can't quite see his face, past the dim reflection in the glass (half-covered by his head, anyway). He still blinks at the back of the man's head, before another sneeze interrupts that.]

It'd be kind of a waste, wouldn't it? It doesn't matter for our shifts, and with the amount of running around we do...

[He makes an expression of distaste, but no one's looking, anyway.]

Yeah?

With that kind of logic we might as well be coming to work in shirts and sweatpants.

[He cracks a smile.]

Haha, you'd kill me if I pulled something like that, but it doesn't sound too bad.

Don't even try it.

It'd give Chief a shocker, though. Can't deny that that's a good idea.

[Tugging the jacket closer, Adachi grins into the collar, lets down his guard long enough to share that secret amusement at the chief's expense.]

Ha ha, you're right about that much.

Think I'm gonna take you advice from earlier and get some rest.

[He looks between the coat and his superior.]

Huh? Oh, uh...well, it's not so clean now, but you want your jacket back?

Nah, you hold on to it.

I'm not the one with the cold.

...Okay. Thanks.

Yeah, yeah. Wake me up if someone comes.

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