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...