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i found my old login info ,,, hfyjgk.  y’all if anyone is still alive n wants to hmu, i got discord @ astronomicon#2402 ,,,

piningsleuth​:

          " Ah --  hey, hey!  Calm down, okay?  Geez, um --  I'm sorry, all right, I didn't mean to ...  to upset you, or anything, it's just, er.  We're trained to handle this sort of thing with some level of scrutiny, you know what I mean?  -- Uh ... "

          Adachi is starting to think that he's just a joke, here.  Starting to feel like maybe his higher ups just take one brief look at the people walking into the station, and decide, ' yeah, this person can't be taken seriously, ' and instantly label them as riffraff to be discerned to him.  Sure, he's purposely given them the idea that he's a little incompetent, but really now.  He isn't so bad that he has to sit here and talk about ... whatever monster thing this kid was talking about.

          But it's because he got that one woman riled up, the one with the missing kid back out in Miyagi, that he's here right now.  It's because he had told her that crying wasn't going to bring her son back that he was stuck out here in the sticks.  Stupid.  Stupid, stupid, stupid.  Here he is, repeating the very same mistake he'd made in his younger days.  He's not sure where they can possibly transfer him that would be worse than here, but he's not sure he wants to find out.

          Clearing his throat, he puts on the most cheerful little smile that he can manage, and he resituates himself, setting his pen to the paper again.  " All right.  Let's, uh, start from the top, right?  Tell me again -- where were you at, and what time was it? " 

rubrumcosmos​:

          " ... Ahhh.  Haha, I don't know what you're talking about! "  Adachi laughs almost nervously, holding both hands in front of himself.  " I, um.  What'd I do --  I mean, no, uh.  Oh, geez. "  As he ( purposely ) fumbles over his own tongue, he eases back in the seat, and turns himself back to the drink sitting on his table.

          He has to make a mental note to come back here sometime when he doesn't have one of the new rookies lurking over his shoulder.  If the girls here are so receptive to a few dumb jokes, well ...  who knows, he could be well on his way to getting a decent lay within a few days.  Hah.  Hahah.  And here he thought these stupid little club things wouldn't be worth his time.

          Swiping up his smoothie, he tucks the straw into the corner of his mouth, and offers up a sheepish smile in her direction.

          " ... you're not so bad yourself, you know? " 

underxstood​:

          If he had to underline any one single thing that he has learned in his life since he had met Souji, it would be something simple, but something that resounds with a vibrating echo even years later down the road: kids are too nosy for their own.  It's like they make it their job to stick their feet in peoples' doorways, to pry through things that they didn't need to know like the contents of their fridge.  Disgusting.

          Ah, but it's hard to blame them, sometimes.  Society breeds gluttons, and teach their young to thrive on whose dick is buried in whom, who doesn't take their children's attitudes and uses a little forceful reckoning -- like it's anyone else's business if some snotty brat gets a smack in the mouth for backtalking like a smartass.

          He can think of one such instance that it would be a good idea, frankly.  But, because he has appearances to keep up, he offers only a curious headtilt and a doofy smile at the snot nosed kid standing before him.

          " Excuse me?  Can I help you -- ? " 

rubrumcosmos replied to your post:

THE ONLY NEW PROTAG I WILL EVER ACCEPT TBH.

spltze:

          Orange Smash.  Tap Soda.  Dr Salt NEO.  Second Maid.  The Natural.  These selections are all absolutely boring at this point.  He's indulged in all of them so many times that the idea of drinking any of these makes his stomach twist in the most unpleasant of ways.  Rattling his yen coins in his palm, he tries to figure out which one he hasn't in a while when the voice beside him draws his attention.

          " Huh?  -- You think so? "  Dropping his hand, he takes a step away from the little liquor shop, and tilts his head back to get a better look at the sky.  Actually, it definitely did look like he was onto something.  He has to surpress the swell of a grin at the thought.  Instead, he turns his attention back to the vending machine, intent on winning this battle.           " I mean, it does rain here a lot, so I wouldn't exactly be surprised or anything ... "