Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear Adachi... happy birthday to me!

So, Fuu-san. Thanks for the cake. Doc, you're a surprisingly thoughtful guy. Oh, doc as in Birkin.

Everyone else on this goddamn island, you're all fucking bastards.

Y'know, I don't feel like twenty-eight.

IC Edit: ...This TV? Is pretty fucking ( Read more... )

Today was the same as any other. He'd been here... almost three weeks? Was that all? Adachi wasn't sure either way. The days already seemed to blend into one another and he hadn't really gone in for that cliched tallying of his time spent in clink ( Read more... )

Hey, doc. Guess what?