05 || you better stand tall
Who: Adachi and Dojima
Where: In Adachi's apartment
Style: Third
Status: Closed. Sorry, guys!
It had been a while since Dojima had decided to stay with him, and Adachi didn't mind so much. He was thinking about maybe getting a bigger place, though, because it was unfair for his roommate to have to sleep on the couch. He was probably getting a bad neck, and besides, a little extra space wouldn't do anyone any harm. He had been looking over places on his lunch break, and he might have found a nice enough place for the two of them to move into, but he figured he'd discuss it over dinner.
Speaking of which, it should be Dojima's turn by now. He'd been cooking for the two of them since he'd got there, and whilst he didn't necessarily mind, he was tired from work. Javert had him checking every dream post and writing reports on it, and his hands had been cramping up all day. He worked so damned hard for that old man, and he barely even appreciated it. With a disgruntled sigh, he wandered into the kitchen and grabbed himself a glass of water, downing it within seconds before leaning up against the counter behind him.
From what he could tell, Dojima wasn't around. He checked his own room, even though he didn't think Dojima would be in there before smoothing his hair back and heading towards the bathroom. A shower would be nice, especially after all the work he'd been doing today. He dropped his jacket a ways away on the couch, had untied his tie and was just beginning to unbutton his shirt when he opened the door and realized the shower was already running-- but it was too late to just turn back, so he stood stock still, and stared at the floor.
"Uh- I didn't-"
Where: In Adachi's apartment
Style: Third
Status: Closed. Sorry, guys!
It had been a while since Dojima had decided to stay with him, and Adachi didn't mind so much. He was thinking about maybe getting a bigger place, though, because it was unfair for his roommate to have to sleep on the couch. He was probably getting a bad neck, and besides, a little extra space wouldn't do anyone any harm. He had been looking over places on his lunch break, and he might have found a nice enough place for the two of them to move into, but he figured he'd discuss it over dinner.
Speaking of which, it should be Dojima's turn by now. He'd been cooking for the two of them since he'd got there, and whilst he didn't necessarily mind, he was tired from work. Javert had him checking every dream post and writing reports on it, and his hands had been cramping up all day. He worked so damned hard for that old man, and he barely even appreciated it. With a disgruntled sigh, he wandered into the kitchen and grabbed himself a glass of water, downing it within seconds before leaning up against the counter behind him.
From what he could tell, Dojima wasn't around. He checked his own room, even though he didn't think Dojima would be in there before smoothing his hair back and heading towards the bathroom. A shower would be nice, especially after all the work he'd been doing today. He dropped his jacket a ways away on the couch, had untied his tie and was just beginning to unbutton his shirt when he opened the door and realized the shower was already running-- but it was too late to just turn back, so he stood stock still, and stared at the floor.
"Uh- I didn't-"