adachi | early evening | around the library
[ adachi knew he needed new hobbies when he was spending most of his time in the library. if it wasn't reading a book, it was napping, leafing through articles, wandering aimlessly or listening to the white noise of his communicator. it was a quiet place, a good place, large enough to lose himself in when worries crested too much, large enough to escape to when the less desirable inmates drew too near. his own little hideaway and sanctuary, just how the precinct back in inaba had used to be.
he needed new hobbies.
it's with hands stuffed into his pockets that he takes back to the streets, shoulders hunched against the cold and any possible prying eyes. avoid eye-contact, be ready to duck and retreat at the sight of any Undesirables. so busy in keeping his eyes down, he's all but missed the little things floating around above his head. a smart move. ]