[Adachi slips a hand into his pocket, taking the rest of the carton with him, and he runs the pads of his fingers over the softened edges, the bent corners. The dying cigarette spins a line of smoke into the air, disappearing before it gets anywhere. Adachi doesn't bother to get up, but he watches Dojima with an unreadable expression as he goes. For once, he doesn't look sly or cunning, just blank, and tired.]
no subject
[Adachi slips a hand into his pocket, taking the rest of the carton with him, and he runs the pads of his fingers over the softened edges, the bent corners. The dying cigarette spins a line of smoke into the air, disappearing before it gets anywhere. Adachi doesn't bother to get up, but he watches Dojima with an unreadable expression as he goes. For once, he doesn't look sly or cunning, just blank, and tired.]
But I appreciate it, I owe you one.