05 || you better stand tall

[itscabbagetime]

Who: Adachi and Dojima
Where: In Adachi's apartment
Style: Third
Status: Closed. Sorry, guys!

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[itscabbagetime]

Adachi still had to set up some sort of formal meeting beetwen his boss, Javert, and Dojima. It would be nice to work with him again-- it would give him a sense of familiarity, and it would allow the two to work as a team once again. Whilst Dojima might have complained because of his lack of productivity, Adachi would complain that he's being worked to hard. Adachi was a hard worker, but he hated being taken advantage of-- and that was something that had already happened, thanks to his boss keeping him locked up and writing report after report.

The warmth of the room was quickly getting to him, but he buttoned his shirt up hurriedly as he attempted to backtrack slyly. He may look embarrassed, but he was secretly amused-- the side that he didn't like to show was almost laughing but he had more sense than to let that laughter out. He could feel a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he looked away, Dojima's words ringing out around the bathroom.

"I didn't think you were here," he replied, sliding his hands into his pockets as he moved to lean up against the wall. He wasn't feeling so awkward after all.

"Besides, you should have locked the door."

[daddydrunkard]

It doesn't help that he can almost see the smirk on the man's face (his voice all but hints at it), and his continued presence irks him more and more with each passing moment. "I thought I did," he grumbles in response, pointedly turning his head from the door and the man beside it. He does his best, his damned best, to focus on the stream of water instead.

It could be worse, he consoles himself, far worse. It could have been a bath. He could have walked in the moment he walked out of that shower. At least there and then, there was some degree of protection, if poorly bubbled glass could be considered as such. It was bad enough that the man was still in the blasted room.

"Are you just going to stand there until I'm finished?" he asked over his shoulder (well, more like snapped).

[itscabbagetime]

At least he was being respectful-- he kept a distance away, his hands still in his pockets and his eyes, for the moment, were closed. He listened to Dojima's voice with a wry smile, his shoulders sagging against the wall as he pressed his head back.

He wasn't bothered about Dojima being in the shower-- not really. It was a normal every day thing, right? Adachi had a shower that morning, in fact. So for him to stick around was, in his mind, hardly something worth such a sharp tone. He smiled a slow smile and opened a single eye to peer at Dojima through the steam of the water.

"I wanted to know what you wanted to eat tonight, actually. But I guess it can wait, if you want me out of here."

[daddydrunkard]

The man was maddening, positively maddening. Perhaps enough to warrant a sound slap upside the unruly head. Yet Dojima carried on, back to the man by then, adamant to endure the moment as if it were a challenge of some shape or form. Easier to deal with it, in that mindset. Easier to stay his hand, and keep from flinging an object or another at that dark cranium.

"I'm actually in the mood for miso, if it's not that much."

A bit of a concession, that, responding to his query (of sorts) without quite barking at him to shove off.

[itscabbagetime]

"I think I can find some of that around here," he replied casually, taking notice that the older man hadn't told him to leave just yet. So he had no reason to try.

He still didn't move, and he didn't bother looking either; he was pushing boundaries just by being there, and he knew Dojima knew. He let the silence stretch after that, and when he did speak up, it was with both eyes open and staring straight at his back. He might not be able to see it, but he would certainly feel that gaze.

"You met Naomi yet?"