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[Luke's... tired. Tired enough that he's out in the lobby with his knitting and he doesn't even care if anybody sees him doing it, for once.

He'd gone home, of course, when the doors had arrived. How could he not? He'd gone home expecting things to be different. Thinking that after Monocle, after that Clive, he'd be able to actually admit to his own Layton the way that he feels, because all the Laytons he's met here have been fine with it and his own should be too, by that logic. It hadn't helped at all, though. He'd still been too scared to say a word about it, things had still been just and strained and awkward between them thanks to the tension of him wanting to say something and Layton knowing there was something wrong but not wanting to pry. He'd tried, though, only to be dragged back just as he'd finally worked up the courage to try bringing it up.

He'd managed to avoid company after he first came back, but by now Luke has gotten lonely enough to want any company. He's too tired to actually go seek anyone out, though, and he can't decide whose company he wants. Hence why he's just curled up in the lobby, just knitting sluggishly.

Come poke him?]

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I suppose I am. No matter what I do I just can't gain weight.

[Like he tried, yeah right.]

Oh well perhaps I should give you this wool? We can trade, I don't feel like taking advantage of your knitting skills.

[Wow, when you're trapped in a hotel, there really is no room for evil. Did he need it? No, he supposed not. Everyone seemed not to care and he didn't care either. It was kind of nice to be indifferent.]

Yeah, sure, that works.

[He passes the half-finished jumper over to Descole.]

I'm kind of the same... I used to when I was younger but now I stay pretty skinny.

[He passes him the blue wool and laughed.]

I've always been small and skinny. It was the worst in dance classes. Whenever we were short a girl, I had to fill in because I was the tiniest. Ah life.

[Wow, again, he's never told anyone that. What was happening to him?]

[He snorts a bit.]

I was always short and chubby when I was a kid.

Oh yeah, you were weren't you? The years have been kind.

At least you looked like a boy. I got picked on so much for looking like a girl and having to dance the girls part.

Well... lookin' like a girl en't necessarily a bad thing...

[He shrugs, coloring a little and looking down at the wool in his lap.]

Eh, apparently in ballet it is. Can you believe that?

Whats wrong?

Don't really know anything about ballet, but yeah, I guess.

[Luke shakes his head.]

Ugh. I dunno. This place makes me think weird things.

[Descole nods.]

I know how that feels. What kind of weird things?

I just was thinkin' about 'ow... there's girl versions of other people 'ere, so I wonder if a girl... me'll turn up at some point.

I have a girl version. I like her.

But yeah, maybe. Why would that be such a problem? Are you worried she'd like girls, or worse, the same boys as you? [He hides a little snicker.]

[Luke huffs a bit and glances down at his wool again, blushing.]

It wouldn't be a problem. I dunno. It was just a weird thought all of a sudden.

Yeah it is a strange idea, isn't it?

[He pauses looking down and stops knitting, as if he's contemplating. He sighs a bit before taking his jacket off, revealing a slightly over-sized shirt and an even skinnier frame. Oh well, who's he hiding for? He's never going back home.]

Really strange.

[He glances over for a moment, then shrugs and turns back to his knitting.]

What was it like, meetin' a girl you?

It was just weird how similar we were. Down to the bottom back to the top. We have the same tastes in almost everything, except food, but we have the same thought patterns and even the mental disorders.

[He coughs a little and shrugs.]

It's like meeting another you of a different gender. But I suppose I am an androgynous person as it is though so...

[Luke snorts a little.]

Yeah, you're 'ardly particularly manly, are you?

I guess you'd maybe be right about a girl me... liking girls, then.

[He snorts back sarcastically.]

I could say the same for you.

But yeah, she probably would. Maybe. How interesting...I could write a paper on this. [He laughs.]

Oi! I'm totally manly!

[He says while knitting.]

Well I guess in... 'er world, the professah'd be a girl too, so it en't that surprising...

Oi, so manly.

[He mocks his accent and shakes his head with a smile.]

I suppose I can't say much...I suppose no one really found my look intimidating, did they?

Well... I guess you were kinda intimidatin'? The first time, at least. You know, when I was ten.

[He grins, glancing over.]

[Descole, with a smile throws one of his knitting needles at him.]

[With a laugh.] You brat!!

[After a moment, he pauses and looks down.] You know...I haven't been feeling very evil lately...it's kind of...almost depressing for me...

Well... s'better if you en't evil, right? I mean... you seem pretty nice now. Better than you tryin' to destroy stuff an' all, right?

I suppose but I feel...I dunno...incomplete...not like I should be around you, or anyone here.

It's almost...scary, for lack of any better words.

...sorry, I don't been to vent at you. Hey can I have that back? [He points a the stick.]

Ehh? Oh, yeah.

[He passes the needle back.]

Well... I guess I can sorta understand, at least a little...

I dunno...I feel weak.

Sorry, sorry, I mean it this time, I'll stop venting. I mean it this time.