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[Descole is curled up on a sofa in the lobby at the moment, staring across at the door labelled "Descole (Female)". She'd looked in long enough that she thinks she knows what it is, but... she doesn't particularly want to actually head on through.

With all the other doors around she's rather hoping that if they have to leave, she'll be able to go somewhere other than her own world. She hadn't wanted to try without asking the owner of another door, though, so at the moment she's not certain whether she'd even be able to enter one of the others.]

...ugh.

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[Monocle appears to have wandered down the corridor, admiring the text on her door.]

What a fortunate opportunity for your freedom this could be, my dear.

...I'm not going through there.

Why not? You'd have your escape.

There's nothing back home that I want. And it's hardly an escape when my Layton is just as bad.

Then why not go to someone else's world while you have the chance?

I might. I want permission first, though.

Then why don't you ask? I'm sure that you have plenty of friends here.

[Plenty... AKA like three.]

I'm waiting for one of them to come down here.

You do seems to spend a lot of time waiting around for people. No wonder you're not running for Prime Minister.

I'm not running for Prime Minister because I never wanted to, Layton.

And you'd be rather... ill-suited to it.

[Places a hand on the door handle.]

But that isn't the topic on the table right now.

[...twitch.]

What are you doing.

Opening the door, what does it look like?

That's my door!

And...?

And you're not to touch it!

The door does not, technically, belong to you. It may lead to your world, but for all intents and purposes it still belongs to the dressingroom.

My world. You're not to enter.

But I'm rather fascinated by the prospect of your Layton.

Don't. You. Dare.

Think about it logically, Descole. I go through that door and I will no longer be bothering you. Therefore you can stay here and not have to worry about either your Layton or myself.

Farewell!

[Opens the door and heads through it.]

[Well. If you ever wanted Shescole to touch you, Monocle, you've gone about it the right way. Or the really wrong way. Nonetheless. Have a shrieking Descole trying to drag you back through the door because, just for the record? That leads to inside her house.]

[Yeah, well you're only slightly more manly than the usual Descoles are, so Monocle doesn't have much trouble getting you off him.]

What a charming place.

Get out get out get out get OUT!

[She's pretty much beyond frantic right now.]

[Pins her to the wall to shut her.]

Get out yourself. You never know when he might show up, after all.

[That doesn't really shut her up so much as lead into noisy sobbing. You broke her a bit, Monocle.]

[He's not sure if he should feel as if he's achieved something or like a horrible person. A bit of both, maybe.]

There's nothing stopping you from going back.

Yes there is! You! In my home!

[...well, her house, at least. The DR feels more like home than this place, but he doesn't need to know that.]

I can easily walk out of your home.

[Side-glances at the front door.]

Go. Back. To. The Dressing Room!

No. You do not command me.

[Let's go of her and makes for the front door.]

[She darts in front of it, chest heaving.]

No. Get out!

Descole, I can handle him better than you can.

I don't care!

You're hysterical. You should go back to the Dressingroom.

I wouldn't be hysterical if you'd get out of my house!

I was trying to when you stopped me, my dear lady.

Go back to the Dressing Room yourself, Layton!

...

...please.

What was that?

Please, Layton.

Very well. I wouldn't want to deny such a genuine request.

[Walks back over to the door to the DR. Plans to meet the charming Layton of this dimension temporarily foiled.]

[Descole lets out a shuddering breath, sinking down to the floor against the door and watching him.]

[Stands with one foot through the door.]

Are you coming?

...what does it matter to you?

I would miss having the pleasure of keeping your company.

I don't want your company!

Then I will miss you if you choose to stay here.

[Descole shudders, burying her face in her arms.]

Go, Layton. Please.

By all means.

[Walks out, closing the door behind him.]

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