Tatsumi Seimaru: "..." It wasn't that he was scared. It was just that this Detective was too unlucky—nothing good ever happened once you got involved with him.
...He should just complain to a friend.
So, while squatting on the toilet, he boredly called a friend.
But his friend actually disagreed with him.
Tatsumi Seimaru was about to be driven mad. Who knew that, in such an utterly ordinary restroom, he would meet a kindred spirit!
A living kindred spirit!
Tatsumi Seimaru immediately hung up and couldn't help striking up a conversation. "You hate that guy too?"
After coming back to his senses, Vodka quietly altered his voice. "That's right!"
He didn't dare leak Uzo's information, but surely he could follow along and curse him a few times?
Uh, besides, he wasn't cursing him just to curse him. The kid in the next stall was too suspicious. He actually dared target their Uzo, so Vodka was infiltrating the enemy to gather intelligence for Uzo.
Separated by the stall partition, the two instantly hit it off and launched into a rapid-fire round of complaints.
Vodka was deeply moved. He hadn't expected slacking off on company time to bring him another reward—there was actually a living fellow enthusiast in the next stall!
That was truly rare. In his experience, people like this usually either went in or went down, which showed just how vengeful that bastard Uzo was.
But...
Vodka: "..." The odds were low, but could Uzo have planted an Informant in the restroom too?
If he heard those words...
His heart skipped a beat. The joy of complaining faded away, and reason resurfaced.
Vodka finished his business at top speed, rushed over to wash his hands with a splash, then vanished from the restroom.
Half a minute later.
Tatsumi Seimaru