#acedetectivexseta

@jpopxprince and @acedetectivexseta

The day was way too hot for five people to be trapped in a car all day. Especially a car filled with teenagers of all fuckin’ things. But that was... well that was how this day was going to go wasn’t it?

No wonder he was on his third cigarette of the day and it was only 9 am.

One second Dojima is tipsy (not drunk, mind you) promising Nanako and Souji a day at the beach. The next second he is drunk (he had to be) promising his nephew that ‘yes, of course you can bring Hanamura and Amagi and Satonaka with you or whatever, now pass me that bag of chips...’ This should have been a mistake but well... a promise was a promise.

So here he is now, waiting for Souji and his daughter to get out of the house and pack the trunk full of watermelon and the other “necessary beach accessories” that Nanako had been talking about all week. Also waiting for the other teenagers but well, if the other two were out quick enough maybe he could speed away real fast....

It’s not that he didn’t like the kids. On the contrary, he was happy Souji had some friends. He was just still not great at this whole parental responsibility thing and now he had add too more people under 18 to his list of people he had to watch? It was just a little inconvenient for his paid day off.

He dropped his cigarette butt and ground it under his heel as he saw heads approaching. Well, shit. Leaving without ‘em was out of the window.

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Chie huffed and lifted the two picnic baskets in each hand. With a big beach bag slung around her shoulder and a backpack on her back she was pretty sure she looked like a pack mule. But well her body could handle it.

Looking off to her side she smiled, catching sight of Yosuke at her side looking ready for a beach day in some magazine or something. They had met up on the road to the Dojima household and well, of course she was going to walk the rest of the way with him. Chie was surprised they hadn’t seen Yukiko either...

She groaned for a moment under the weight of the baskets and wished she could wipe a sheen of sweat from her brow. Full hands didn’t make that easy.

“Okay, now just remember alright? These baskets? That’s the lunch I made for all of us, there’s extra too so if we stay late it can be dinner too so long as we get creative. The backpack’s got car snacks just in case anyone gets hungry on the way so we don’t dip into the food.” Chie trailed off making sure he was paying attention.

The call he received earlier was unexpected (given how rare it was for a meet up to successfully avoid clashing with their schedules), but not unwelcome. For anyone who knew Yosuke, it was a given that he’d been holding out for signal of some sort, a proper nudge in a direction that would hopefully lead him to a certain detective currently residing in Tokyo... before free time was up, and he, and the remaining members of Y2K, would be boarding the first private flight to Okinawa to continue on their designated tour route. Thankfully, it would seem that Souji caught wind of his restlessness, which wouldn’t be all that surprising given how their emotional ties deepened with degrees of separation. Whether it be far, or close nearby--as in this case, for example--reaching for the other’s presence when physical touch was impossible, was never too difficult a feat. 

Not when their shared connection reached a desired point of interest, and it felt as if the one he longed to see was right beside him. A close equivalent to the real thing, which aided on... certain evenings, but for today’s forecast?  

It wasn’t enough. 

Nowhere near the preferred levels. 

Hence why, after a quick head’s up to his manager that he’d be out for the night (”Bless Minami-san’s everything, honestly.”), the idol was stepping out of a steamed bathroom, drying strawberry blond locks with a white towel.

It hadn’t taken him long to retrieve a taxi and be on his way, having memorized the address given in Souji’s latest text from a few hours prior. A hotel he’s seen in passing throughout the time spent in the city, but had never once bothered staying in before this day.  Well, there was always a first time for everything as the saying goes, and Yosuke planned to make the most of it with his Partner. 

Or, at least, that was what he thought he’d be doing the minute he arrived. 

“...So much for diving into his arms the very second I opened the door, but I guess a guy can dream every once in awhile...” He muttered quietly to himself, tossing aside the note he found waiting for him upon receiving a key card downstairs; in Souji’s handwriting, it was a memo pointing out that the detective might be running an errand by the time Yosuke made it.

“Hopefully he won’t be much longer...” 

Towel resting atop his head, the idol flopped on the bed and sought the remote. Hopefully something good would be on, or this was going to be a grueling wait time--ooh ‘The Secret of Our Last Vows’.