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[corvida]

[ Ok eating hot pot alone is really fucking sad, and eating hot pot alone in a public restaurant is even worse, so needless to say he is eating by himself like the loser he is. Except don't tell him that, it hurts his pride.

Here's Izaya dangling two bags of groceries and hot pot ingredients as he makes his way back to his apartment, humming about fatty tuna instead. He's about to unlock the door to the apartment, except, you know, there's some dude he's never seen before lingering around the entrance.

Normally he wouldn't pay much attention, but he's vaguely suspicious of how the other is dressed to warrant attention. There's enough crinkles and creases in the cheap suit to pin him down as anything but a salaryman. It's gonna be someone who does a lot of physical action. The police, perhaps? No, if anything, more like a private investigator.

Best figure out what he's here for and send him on his way.

Izaya saunters over, tapping the man on the shoulder. ]

Are you looking for something?

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[cabbagefucker69]

[Police work was always such a drag. Boring, useless. Crime was going to happen whether or not law enforcement got involved, so really what was the point? Justice? Adachi snickered to himself. Here he was, standing around in an apartment complex trying to find a lead on a new case. Some pointless busy work that the department gave him, as the crime didn't even take place in this area. He sighed and felt a rumble in his stomach.

It was then that he felt a tap on his shoulder, surprised that anyone could approach him from behind without his noticing. After all, he was trained in the police academy and remained aware at all times out of habit. He raised an eyebrow and turned to see a man who looked about close to his age. Mess of black hair and lazily wearing a jacket too large for him carrying what looked like groceries.]

Just here on official police business. You know, keeping citizens like you safe.

[Adachi flashed his badge and smiled.]

arent they though

[corvida]

[ He's not wrong, not entirely, but that makes him a little more than nervous. Izaya tries his best to not let the irritation flash on to his face as he listens to the police's man's tired mantra. It sounds the farthest thing from genuine. A police officer? Here? Don't make him laugh, he isn't entirely suspicious enough for that yet. Izaya jostles the bag of groceries instead, fishing for a can of beer and all but offering it to the stranger. Normal people liked beer, and normal people liked free booze even more.

If there is something the police officer is looking for, then it wouldn't be as easy as he thought to get him out of here like he wanted. The idea flashes into his mind quickly, and Izaya gives his best (not really) dazzling smile. The name on the badge--- was read Adachi something, but he didn't get enough time to catch the other's first name but that would be enough if only for now.

It might be good to have someone in the police department around here to string along. ]

I see. Thank you.

Have you had dinner yet, Mister Officer? It's only fair that I repay you with a home cooked meal.

[ The bag of groceries dangling from his arm is relevant again, not that it ever stopped being relevant to begin with. ]