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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[daddydrunkard]

It's a relaxing thing, he finds, taking a long shower after an even longer day out and about. Walking, exploring. Getting a feel for the world. It was strange, having so much time to himself after a veritable lifetime with the force. No cases to mull over, no reports to file or pore over, no cold cases to keep him up nights (that one still did, on occasion, force of habit). No fellow officers to chase him out of the office after-hours and no daughter to worry over, to feel guilty over, to welcome him back when he stepped through the door. Yes, a long day for the lack of anything real and solid and productive to do

[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

[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."