â Well, Iâm off, then.  Iâll be back later. â
     As odd as it was to be informing someone of his comings and goings, it seemed to be a common courtesy now that he happens to be living with someone.  Someone he doesnât really particularly care for in the slightest, but since he isnât quite ready to go revealing Souji to Izaya just yet, itâs best not to walk out without saying anything and enticing him to follow.
     Adjusting the bags in his hand, he opts to throw it behind his back and carry it with his wrist resting against his shoulder, much like how Doujima usually carried his jacket.  Itâs more comfortable that way, he decides.  Though he wouldnât be needing them, he shoved an extra set of clothes in the bag -- another deter against Izaya, and also to cover the leftover dinner he brought.  He knows enough that Orihara is a nosy son of a bitch, and if he makes it like heâs off to see a woman, there will be no questions.
     A quick glance to his watch, and then Adachi is off, shuffling down the balcony to get down to the floor beneath and scout out Soujiâs room number.  This place was way too big for this kind of shit on a daily basis, that was for sure.  Heâd have to learn to trust his roomie around his little pet eventually.  What a shame.
     It takes him about fifteen minutes to find the right room, and after triple - checking, he simply lets himself in without bothering to knock.  No point making him get up if he isnât feeling well ( there are times when he is complacent and forgiving ), after all.  â Souji - kun, Iâm here. â