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There had been another traffic accident at 10:00 P.M. tonight, and if Adachi knew anything, it was that he should just stay away from Dojima in times like these. He also knew he’d be twice as irritable, twice as likely to drink and twice as likely to demand some coffee.

Instead of getting yelled at for some, he decided to take the initiative to make a coffee run. He bolted from his post before Dojima could inquire just where the hell did Adachi think he was going. He went straight to his intended destination (the local Junes) and, then realizing it might have been “out of character” for him to not dawdle, he decided to loll about in the grocery department before getting that god-awful brown caffeinated creation. He poked around for a good head of cabbage, why he was so fascinated with the stuff he didn’t know, and then he remembered he should probably go and order that coffee.

Screw the cabbage. He had an angry partner to deal with.

Adachi went and ordered two cups of the stuff, in case Dojima decided to throw a cup of it in his face.

He didn’t know why he went to such lengths to keep up this loyal, goofy façade, but he found himself genuinely able to like Dojima. He didn’t mind the fact that the older man could be a real slave driver, that he had to take him home drunk off his ass, or that he had to re-write all those files that had somehow gotten ruined. Okay, well the busywork was annoying, but Dojima himself wasn’t too bad of a guy.

Well, maybe he did know why he kept up his act. Maybe it was because sometimes the two of them would get a little hot under the collar at work and have to “relieve” their tensions in the men’s room. Maybe it was because, even when he was drunk, Dojima had a damn good way with his tongue, and perhaps it was because Dojima was one of the few people he could trust to never get the right answer.

Because if Dojima had known a thing about what Adachi had done, it’s pretty obvious that they wouldn’t go about screwing each other like a couple of horny teenagers.

After becoming startled out of his inner monologue by the cashier, Adachi paid his money owed and started back to the station. He chuckled at himself, how he had gotten so carried away in his thoughts. He had an act to put back on.

He came back into the office with the two coffee cups still steaming hot. Dojima looked up from his file paperwork, already looking a little rough and a little too tired. Adachi forced a smile at him. “I got you some coffee, sir.”

Dojima attempted a smile back, but it ended up looking more like a grimace. “Put it down on the desk, Adachi.” The younger detective complied, and inwardly complained about not getting any gratitude from his partner. He turned around and went back to his desk, muttering to himself quietly about not “being appreciated around here.”