Division-10

Track 4. Doppo's Wacky Wednesday

Originally posted: March 10, 2021

Summary: Everyone hates Mondays, but Wednesdays can be just as frustrating. Or, in this case, just plain weird.

Author's note: It's Doppo's Wacky Wednesday Saturday everybody aka I love putting this man in situations. This particular fic was written for SamaDoppo day, which I thought was March 10, but it's actually today, March 19!

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Samatoki drummed his fingers on his desk with increasing annoyance. The stack of documents sitting in front of him stared back at him, as if challenging him.

He didn't want to be here right now. He'd rather be out, running errands, getting some fresh air, not cooped up in this cramped office of his dealing with paperwork. ...But he didn't have much of a choice. These documents weren't going to sign themselves, after all. Samatoki clicked his tongue.

"What a pain in the ass," he muttered. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Guess I'll have to make some calls."

On his desk was a post-it note with numbers of people he could call in situations like this. He hurriedly dialed the number written at the top of the list, held the phone up to his ear, and waited.

Elsewhere, Doppo was enjoying a quiet moment of respite on a park bench when he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket.

It was well into the later part of his shift by the time he'd found a decent place to sit; having spent the better part of his morning running around for his boss, leaving a massive pile of work on his desk (which was probably twenty stories high now). The thought that his boss had somehow found more work for him was one that filled him with dread. And exhaustion. Not a good combination. He fished his phone out of his pocket with a heavy sigh.

He blinked at the number displayed on the caller ID a few times. It wasn't a number he recognized. Well, at least his boss wasn't calling to give him more work.

"Hello?"

A stern, authoritative voice came through the receiver.

"Hey, it's me," said the voice. "Where are you?"

The voice, oddly enough, sounded familiar, but if this voice had a face and a name it belonged to, Doppo couldn't visualize them. He guessed this must've been his boss's assistant, if they were calling him out of the blue like this.

"I'm... outside." Doppo replied.

"Good. I need you to pick up some things for me."

Doppo deflated. After he'd been so optimistic, too...

"...Okay."

"Good answer."

The person on the other line instructed Doppo to grab a piece of paper and a pen. And when Doppo replied saying he'd done so, the voice listed off a myriad of addresses as Doppo desperately tried to keep up. No names. No mention of what exactly he'd be picking up, but Doppo obediently wrote everything down without interrupting. The more the person on the other line spoke, the more Doppo tried to conjure up the face that belonged to it. His attempts were all in vain, however, and he quickly gave up.

"Call me back when you're done," said the voice with finality, then hung up without waiting for a response.

Doppo peered down at the list of addresses before him and keyed the first one into his GPS. The first address popped up on his map and Doppo squinted down at his phone.

The address lead him to a bar in Yokohama. That couldn't be right. What could possibly be in a bar in Yokohama that his boss needed at 1-something in the afternoon? He tried the second address. Then the next. Then all the rest. All of them appeared as blips on his GPS's map located squarely in Yokohama. Doppo sighed again, stood up, and made a bee line for the station.