(no subject)

[contraltoflute]

[Monocle isn't the only one less than pleased with his lot in the bodyswap plot. Descole, having woken up as Don Paolo of all people, has now resorted to laying on a sofa in the lobby, staring up at the ceiling and smoking her way through a pack of cigarettes.

She's aware that Don Paolo's body doesn't actually crave them (or, at least, it didn't prior to Descole getting into it), but she does, and it's calming, even if she did have to suffer through the choking on them again at first. She needs to be calm right now. She doesn't particularly trust the idea of Don Paolo with her body, if she's honest.]

Comments

[contraltoflute]

[Sighing, she finishes her cigarette and lights up a new one. She has thought that having a Layton whose company she can stand might help, but this one... after their first meeting...]

I don't know.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't want to pressure you.

[Hacks a little at the smoke.]

[contraltoflute]

[Chuckling, she blows smoke at him again.]

Forgive me if I struggle to believe that from a Layton.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

[Backs away, fur-raised.]

You can believe whatever you like, but in general we are a pleasant breed.

[contraltoflute]

My Layton didn't exactly leave me with that impression though, you know?

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

He seems to be an oddity among us...

[contraltoflute]

You... remind me of him, though. A lot.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

In what way?

[contraltoflute]

Just... the way you talk. I don't know.