A lot of drunk threads, lately...

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[Sunday morning comes quietly, for once (but not too surprisingly for such a small country town). Last night, on the other hand, was loud, because Dojima tended to loosen his lips when he had alcohol in his system, and the lack of coordination didn't do any good for their stumbling over the Dojima residence front stair, either. By the time everyone had been settled, Adachi had been too tired to even lift a finger, all but crashing onto the living room couch and passing out. In fact, you could find him in similar position come dawn - sprawled out with one arm thrown over the back of the chair and the other suspended like a bridge between seat and coffee table, mouth open and, for all extensive purposes, dead to the world.]

...mmmno don't want...mmn n'more coffee sir...

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FOURTH* times a charm

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What’re you still doing here?

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[It's not a yell or a shout, so it's not enough to wake Adachi. In fact, all the younger man does in response is grumble something else unintelligible and roll over, burying his face in the fold of cushion between back of seat and seat itself, throwing the arm suspended in mid-air over his head instead. He curls up, and if he had ever had any semblance of professionalism about him, he sure has lost it now.]

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--Hey, Adachi.

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[Suddenly (perhaps it's the voice, or the coffee, or the combination of both), Adachi springs up, looking completely rumpled and oddly surprised, like he just woke up from a nightmare.]

I'm sorry about the sugar! I won't put it in next time, I swear!

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W-woah! Watch it!

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[The look of shock hasn't faded, and his eyes are still wide and hazy when he looks up at Dojima. It lasts for a few seconds, before snapping (so quickly, too quickly), to the customary look of sheepish embarrassment. He runs a nervous hand through his hair (not that it made any difference).]

Oh, jeez, you sure gave me a shocker there, Dojima-san. Morning! How's your head feeling?

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Like Shit,

Now scoot over, I’ve gotta watch the news.

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Oh, right, sure!

[Pulling the jacket he had used as a makeshift blanket off of his lap, Adachi draws his legs back towards his body, turning to sit cross-legged, and leaving half the couch unoccupied. He spots the coffee on the table, beaming and already reaching for it as he asks-]

Oh, hey, is that for me?

[inabapd.livejournal.com]

Huh?



Oh, that. Yeah, it’s yours.. figured you might need a pick-me-up.

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[The grin grows wider after the first step. As begrudging as he is to admit that anyone is good at anything in the world, Adachi has to give Dojima some credit. The guy wasn't half-bad at this coffee business.]

It's great. Thanks a ton, sir!

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Yeah? Well I’ll admit it beats the hell out of your coffee.

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Haha, yeah...guess I still have a ways to go.

[Ungrateful bastard should be thankful I haven't poisoned it yet. At the very least, it does sober him up a bit. He stares down his coffee and falls quiet.]

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What time'd we get in last night?

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[Adachi mentally curses as the TV shuts off. Damn, just a little longer, and Mayumi would've come on! But if he were to say something, Dojima would probably point out that it wasn't his house anyway - it might even get him kicked out before he finished his coffee. He grips his cup a little tighter.]

Umm, around two or three in the morning, sir. You really went all-out.

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Three in the morning? You serious?



So that's why you're still here.

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Ah, yeah, hope you don't mind.

[Dojima probably does, he figures, running a seemingly-nervous hand through his hair for the second time that morning, mussing it up further. Though he turns the cup around in his hands, he only sips from it occasionally (he can't stand the sensation of burning his tongue).]

I didn't mess up anything, so.

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Nah, don’t worry about.



Wouldn’t expect you to go back that late.

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[Adachi gives him a look for that, full of skepticism. It seems to say, "I'm not too sure about that." As far as he's concerned, Dojima's put him through worse inconveniences before. He's learned that the guy really isn't too good at considering his side of the situation, even if technically, he's been spending the past few months trying to get into the killer's, and hence his, head.]

...Yeah, of course you wouldn't. Even you couldn't be that heartless, sir.

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Just what're you trying to say?



'Wouldn't be on your ass all the time if you actually did your job, y'know.

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O-oh, right, of course, sir. I'll try harder.

[He looks down at his cup, seeming thoroughly put out.]

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Uh huh.



Hey,

You know how to cook?

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[Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me. Adachi glances towards the kitchen, downing the rest of his now-warm coffee in one gulp, feeling like he's going to need it.]

Uh, maybe...instant noodles, or something like that?

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Just instant noodles, huh? Guess you're no better than I am. Too bad.



You want breakfast? Mostly just instant stuff.. but I got some bread if you want toast.

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[Following after, Adachi opens the fridge without asking, inspecting the sorry state of the empty shelves, and poking around those plastic containers of questionable content (there were probably civilizations living in there, by now.]

Well, if you've got any vegetables, I can stir fry that.

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..Uh,

Check the bottom drawer, there should be something.