02 || is it worth the aggravation
Who: Tohru Adachi and anyone who comes to say hello!
Where: Police dept., Somni district 4
Style: Either
Status: So very open! Anyone can come and join in!
Adachi had been working hard. He'd done all the paperwork Javert had been hurling at him, he'd made everyone coffee-- he was trying. He'd been kind to Naomi, even working hard at maintaining their somewhat strange relationship enough to visit her every other day with flowers, or some sweet gesture that, hopefully, left her slightly confused but flattered all the same.
He could do the team player thing. He could blend in and let himself be walked over because, hey, what other option does he have? At least, in some small way, he was glad he was making friends. Sort of. It was better than being in jail, and it certainly had its upsides knowing every move the police department intended to make; except, well, Javert was a ridiculously smart man, and Adachi was smart enough to know when he was being watched. Which lead to his outstanding behavior and his very well written reports that held only a few ink blots and scratched out sentences due to misspellings.
Adachi stretched out and yawned, his eyes keen on the time and his eyes heavy with tiredness. He hadn't been sleeping well recently, but it's not like that mattered. His boss kept him awake and thoroughly worked, and beyond that, he had little time for himself. His desk, full of makeshift pens, pencils and other stationary, was void of any real personal touches. There were no pictures of loved ones, no silly drawings, no stuffed animals sitting off to one side; it was completely bare. Perhaps it was how Adachi liked it, or perhaps he just didn't have anything to put there. Either way, it meant more room for more paperwork, and Javert had certainly taken advantage of that fact.
The clock ticked by and soon announced that it was time for lunch. He pushed himself out from under the desk, gathered his jacket up and pulled it over his shoulders before taking a quick look around to make see if anyone was nearby. As far as he could tell, no one was there, and so once he was outside, he began his break.
It was a good thing they sold cigarettes here in Somarium, or he might not have been able to have half the breaks he was allowed. He didn't even smoke before he got here.
Where: Police dept., Somni district 4
Style: Either
Status: So very open! Anyone can come and join in!
Adachi had been working hard. He'd done all the paperwork Javert had been hurling at him, he'd made everyone coffee-- he was trying. He'd been kind to Naomi, even working hard at maintaining their somewhat strange relationship enough to visit her every other day with flowers, or some sweet gesture that, hopefully, left her slightly confused but flattered all the same.
He could do the team player thing. He could blend in and let himself be walked over because, hey, what other option does he have? At least, in some small way, he was glad he was making friends. Sort of. It was better than being in jail, and it certainly had its upsides knowing every move the police department intended to make; except, well, Javert was a ridiculously smart man, and Adachi was smart enough to know when he was being watched. Which lead to his outstanding behavior and his very well written reports that held only a few ink blots and scratched out sentences due to misspellings.
Adachi stretched out and yawned, his eyes keen on the time and his eyes heavy with tiredness. He hadn't been sleeping well recently, but it's not like that mattered. His boss kept him awake and thoroughly worked, and beyond that, he had little time for himself. His desk, full of makeshift pens, pencils and other stationary, was void of any real personal touches. There were no pictures of loved ones, no silly drawings, no stuffed animals sitting off to one side; it was completely bare. Perhaps it was how Adachi liked it, or perhaps he just didn't have anything to put there. Either way, it meant more room for more paperwork, and Javert had certainly taken advantage of that fact.
The clock ticked by and soon announced that it was time for lunch. He pushed himself out from under the desk, gathered his jacket up and pulled it over his shoulders before taking a quick look around to make see if anyone was nearby. As far as he could tell, no one was there, and so once he was outside, he began his break.
It was a good thing they sold cigarettes here in Somarium, or he might not have been able to have half the breaks he was allowed. He didn't even smoke before he got here.