The lunch break was a sacred time for Tohru Adachi. Besides the food aspect, it was time away from the office, a place filled with older detectives all jumping at the slightest open time in his schedule to push upon him more of their own work. In turn, his lunch break was also the only open time in his schedule that was his, and his alone.
Haha! My time! My break! Watch me eat right in front of you, and you canāt do anything about it!
The junior detective briskly walks out of the entrance to the subway, rushing to maximize his free time while continually mentally shoving his free time into his coworkersā faces. However, somebodyās leg meets his shin, and he stumbles over them. He sees the tile coming up to meet his face, and he falls on top of his case. The caseās hard corners and sides press into his ribs, cracking open the caseās clasp in the process.
āAh! So sorry! Are you ok?ā
His case files starts spilling out. He quickly scrambles up to his feet and picks up his papers with a sort of madness.
So sorry?Ā Yeah, tell that to my case files! Watch it next time before I- No. It was my fault. I should apologize- I should have fixed my case this weekend when I had the time, but guess what I didnāt-
Adachi didnāt know who he tripped over, and he didnāt turn around while responding. Instead, he shouts over his shoulder, while rushing away,
Adachi sprints away, clutching his case and his papers to his chest as he went. He couldnāt clean up his mess in the middle of the crowd- these documents were all private information for his work! He probably looked like a laughingstock, what with him running down the sidewalk holding his case like it was the last thing he owned. The man could feel the hard leather of his case pressing down on his chest again as his grip tightens to hold the papers down. The detective attempts to control all the sheets falling around his hands and out of his briefcase, his fingers tightening around the sheets of paper to no avail. He nearly drops his papers by the time he got to the nearest bench. Thankfully, he didnāt drop anything else.
Adachi plops down and sighs. He immediately opens the case, shifting his work around while holding down the loose papers with his palm. He unorganizedly starts stacking the pages and stuffing these stacks into his case, all the while muttering to himself the same thing:
āDammit, dammit, dammitā¦ā
After what was about a minute of organization, he quickly gets up from the bench, closes his case, and starts to leave. However, the detective is immediately distracted by somebody bearing towards him holding a paper. Damn, thatās a bottle blonde if he ever saw one. Also, are they holding a page from one of his case files? He could have sworn he got them allā¦
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