夢 // 002.1 // Donuts Afoot...
Again.
The donuts were gone again.
Naturally, the person to blame would've been Adachi. Scarfing them all like the selfish, ditzy detective he was. But when Dojima accused him, all he got was those puppy-dog eyes and the pathetic slouched stance.
"It wasn't me this time, Dojima-san! I swear! Haven't you heard?!" he sputtered.
The older detective's ears perked up, and his attention was caught enough to set his coffee down on his desk. "Heard what? Spit it out!"
"T-there's a Donut Caper! All over Inaba!"
Dun dun DUN!!! ... Wait, where the hell did that come from? Oh well, no time to worry about that, because that was when Dojima noticed the trail of donuts going out the door. He slowly trailed after it, kneeling down, picking a fleck up and examining it.
Flicking the crumb away, Dojima stood up slowly. He reached into his shirt pocket, produced his shades, and slid them on in one smooth motion. Turning to Adachi, he tilted his head down (coolly) to look over the brim of the glasses while adjusting his tie.
"...Quick Adachi. There's donuts afoot."
"Yes sir!"
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"..."
Dojima's not even sure what to make of this dream. Or the strange feeling he gets that it'll be continued onward...
((ooc: peachifruit's doodles are to blame for this.))