@compendiumused
He’s found himself idling near the table again, grey eyes fixed on the group as they talk. Adachi’s never fancied himself a people person, and honestly this whole thing is reaaally taking him back to his school days. Which is to say, he’s not enjoying being here.
Sitting at a table full of kids would look weird, and this is a pretty small town, so considering how news spreads... He sighs heavily and half-listens to the IT go over their theories. All the while, a memory is pressing on the back of his skull, trying to come forward.
He’s focused so heavily on pulling it out that the cop misses the cue for the group deciding to take a quick break and grab food. Adachi stares blankly down at his canned coffee, totally oblivious.
So oblivious, that if someone just said something, they’ll have to try again for their words to reach him.












