Because a follow up post needed to happen.

[wantedittobeagame]

Nnnnghh...

[Oh god, sunlight! Vampire hisses! Where's his sunglasses? ...oh right, he doesn't have any, because he gets paid shit. And why is he handcuffed to the futon?]

[...Sayoko did something kinky, didn't she? Of course she would when he wouldn't be able to remember it.]

...mun, just how drunk did you let me get last night?

...hn? Game? Yeah, sure; send me somewhere. Send a toilet while you're at it. Ugh...

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[wantedittobeagame]

Nah, not that one. She wouldn't put me that close to her anyway.

[Because. Feels.]

Aliude? Oliunde? Something like that.

[He grumbled under his breath; brain still foggy from booze.]

[notyoursidekick]

Ah. Aliunde, I believe it is.

[She looks down at him silently for a while, then ventures, albeit a bit reluctantly,]

...If you'll agree to at least attempt to eat some of it, I'll peel that orange for you.

[She doesn't want to coddle him, and after his behaviour last night, Adachi is completely deserving of this hangover, but...he's her teammate, and teammates look out for each other, regardless of the reason(s) behind whatever trouble they're in.]

[wantedittobeagame]

[Adachi stared at it like the orange was going to grow teeth and eat him.]

...I'll try?

[notyoursidekick]

That's all I ask.

[All business, Naoto joined him at the table, taking the orange and starting in on it, her fingers quick and deft; before long, she's very nearly done.]

Don't force yourself. If you start feeling particularly ill, let me know.

[...That came out sounding surprisingly gentle. Peeling done, she sets the fruit in front of Adachi.]

[wantedittobeagame]

[Adachi stared at the orange, like it was going to suddenly turn into a shadow and bite him on the nose. Man, what a horrible headline that would be: Man Denosed by Rabid Orange.]

[...]

[Okay, his mind was weird during a hang over.]

[Begrudgingly he forced himself up, taking a slice of the orange to munch on.]

[notyoursidekick]

[...He's...probably very lucky Naoto can't read minds, because she would've had to leave the room if she knew he was thinking things as ridiculous as that.]

[As it is, she just got up to wash her hands before returning to her seat at the table, the better to keep a close eye on how Adachi was doing.]