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[All-nighters are plentiful now. Of all the lame options in the Inaba police department, Adachi had to be saddled with the one with an actual work ethic. As in all facets of life, he was just exceptionally lucky. Elbows sliding forward on his desk, Adachi's forehead hits the mountain of papers in front of him with a muffled thud. Going through them will be useless, he knows (and after all, he surely knows best). They won't find their killer in here, wedged between words and fine print text, ink smudged because newspaper is cheap, but if Dojima looked up from his own immersion into the articles, searching so desperately for clues, he might find the culprit sitting across the desk.]

Do we really have to go through all of these again?

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Well that's no good.

Guess we'll have to make do, sir.

[There are times when Adachi can pick up on Dojima's humor (there are times when he has to, since it's part of the act, and he'd be a terrible actor indeed if he couldn't figure out what it was that was expected of him). He smiles at his superior, just as another patron of the restaurant exits, with a mumbled, half-drunken 'Excuse me'. Adachi promptly gets out of the way, and like a good policeman, calls after him.]

Be careful, sir! Do you need some help?

[Of course he doesn't, and the stranger says as much, but that's fine - Adachi had been hoping he wouldn't.]

Price is a little steep, but this place ain’t too bad. Good choice, Adachi.

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[While Dojima's not looking, or at least while his vision's slightly hazy with alcohol, Adachi smiles wryly to himself. Figures. Dojima was probably the only person in all the world that would commend a person for taking advantage of him. It's enough to make a guy feel bad, or just...laugh. He opts for the latter.]

Haha, Dojima-san, you should trust me more often!

[But that's a lie if he ever heard one.]

Ain’t gotta trust anyone who’s not competent enough to finish his paperwork.

Pass the hot sauce will you.

[Obediently, Adachi passes the red bottle with a sigh.]

Man, it's just that there's an awful lot, sir. You'd think there'd be less for a quiet country town like this, but boy was I wrong.

Things’ll calm down once we’ve got our perp. You shouldn’t be dragging your ass in the meantime.

...Yes, sir. Sorry, I'll try harder.

[Adachi lowers his head until his chin almost touches his chest, just putting his cup to his mouth and sipping at it with little enthusiasm to spare. Maybe getting scolded isn't good for his appetite - which might not be a good thing, considering how their table was covered with a sheet of plates. Adachi doesn't particularly make a good conversation partner when he's quiet, ironically enough.

If you keep dragging your ass, you won't find your perp at all, old man.]

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