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[Clive knows what's behind his own door - and Monocle's, for that matter - and there's not really anything interesting there. They're nothing new, and new is what's interesting, really.

Which is why he's currently examining the other doors. He doesn't have any qualms about waiting for permission from the actual owners of the doors, which means not being held up waiting around before he gets to investigate. So, any of the other residents may well find the door to their world wide-open, and if they choose to go investigate, they'll probably find Clive somewhere inside.]

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[It is quite curious as to why Clive would choose to visit a world where every street is covered in flashing neon lights, every speaker blaring out nineties pop beats, every store containing an array of the highest quality fashion that's so this season and every cinema showing non-stop reruns of the Twilight series. But then this is Clive's choice to be here and no one can claim to know what goes on in that boy's head.

Certainly, the resident of this world, one Sassy Gay Anton, is very pleased to see that someone has wandered out of his very closet-like door, accidentally or not.]

Hey babe, what are you doing so far from the Dressingroom?

[OOC: You were asking for it.]

[Clive is determined to examine every world. Trashy and flamboyant or otherwise. ...it's a new experience, at least.]

...hoping I'm not epileptic, mostly.

Well, you're a bit out of fashion, but I'm sure we can fix that with a quick shopping spree! Jean will be so glad of the company~

...I'm quite content with my own clothes, really.

Awww, a little wall-flower? Never mind, we'll shake you right out of that habit and those clothes, gurl~!

I can assure you, I'm very much not a girl.

Oh you!

[Bats his hand and giggles at him.]

Don't worry, there's nothing to hide here. We've all seen you strutting around in those dresses. Or was that one of your doubles, hmm~?

...I'd say that was a double, yes.

[Monocle has yet to give any indication he wants this Clive in drag, hence why it has yet to happen.]

Ahhh, you deny it. I thought that you were repressed, nice to know for sure.

Repressed. Yes, certainly. My Layton might disagree with you there, admittedly.

Is he the really hunky one~?

...he's the one with the monocle.

Oh, the sinister one. He might not quite be as all that as the Layton I'm familiar with, but I'd still like to rock the shack with that one. Mmmhmm~!

...he's mine.

[He only shares with Lukes. And doubles. And Monocle's doubles.]

Really? I've seen him walk around with two Lukes, another Clive, a Descole, Descolady and another version of himself. Gets around a lot for someone who's "yours".

He's allowed to talk to other people. And sleep with some of them. That doesn't make him any less mine.

[None of the others got to write calligraphic messages on him! B(]

Denial is so very sweet, dear.

I am the one he let mark him.

Besides. I can sleep around, too.

Are you making an invitation there? You naughty, naughty boy~!

Really not, no. You're... not my type.

[TACKY ISN'T HIS THING]

Well, I suppose not all boys go for fabulous. That sort of taste is acquired when you become a man.

...I suppose everyone does seem like a "boy" when you're that old.

...

...

...

[YOU DID NOT JUST!]

H-how dare you! I'll have you know that I'm not a day over thirty!

Of course not. And I'm a toddler.

You brute! You absolute monster!

[Recoils, bringing his hands up to his face to hide the heavy sobbing.]

When my Dessie gets a hold of you he'll sort you right out! Teach you to respect your more fabulous elders!