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[ His equilibrium’s shot. The trek up to Adachi’s apartment isn’t an easy one. Looking any more than three feet ahead of himself gets his head spinning, and every step he takes ends in a stumble. He has one arm craned around his partner’s shoulder for support, and he occasionally sways into the man’s smaller frame as he drags himself gracelessly up the stairs. It's saturday night (or more accurately, an early sunday morning), and Dojima's had just a little too much to drink. ]

..Shhheeesh, y'figure this kinda place would have an elevator or sshomething.

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[Granted, Adachi isn't doing all too much better himself. He's having a hard enough time as it is holding his own weight up, let alone someone else's, especially if that someone else is bigger and heavier to begin with. After all, it wasn't like he was just going to sit there and watch Dojima down cups like it was a spectator sport. He was better off than his partner, sure (he could walk straight, and drove them home in one piece, at least), but this was a little taxing nonetheless.

After what seems like a year-long trek, Adachi leans heavily against the door, shoving hands in pockets for the key.]

Hold on, sir, I gotta get the- where did I put it?!