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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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Oh I dunno, around thirteen maybe? I'm not sure.

I suppose you hardly remember me, huh?

Well... nah, I'd say I remember you pretty well. You were memorable. And it en't been that long.

Eh, alright, if you say so. I suppose you can't forget the guy in the cape and the mask and the muffler.

Only one of which I have to be wearing, heh.

Well, the mask is all you need to be recognisable, right? I en't met any other guys 'o go around in a mask like that.

Yeah it's true. It's very trademark.

I'm not sure how to build my reputation up, but I hope I can...I don't know if I trust Ms. Layton either...

Well... 'owever I vote in the end... good luck, I guess?

...I dunno about the girl professah either, I 'aven't really talked to 'er.

Sorry I'm thinking out loud. I do that a lot.

Anyway, back to a better subject. [He looks up at Luke chewing his fingers.] Stop that! [He hits his hand with the needle again.]

Oi! What are you, my mother?

[Luke snatches the offending hand away, rubbing at it a little and then picking his own needle back up to resume knitting.]

Maybe you shouldn't rule 'ere, you're like a bloody dictator!

[He's grinning though.]

Someone has to be your mother, with the way you're treating yourself!

[He laughs and smacks him with the needle again.]

I'm a bloody dictator? You want bloody dictator, I'll show you bloody dictator!

Oi, I en't even doin' it any more, stop 'itting me!

[He reaches over to smack Descole with one of his needles in return.]

[At the needle that came out to him, he used his to block the older Luke.]

Oh this is a fencing match now I see? You're challenging me with a duel when I'm only looking out for your well-being! Oh selfish!

[And still, he's smiling, not willing to get a bruise from a knitting tool, which would be inevitable if he were to get hit by one, due to his skinny frame.]

[Luke snorts and pulls his needle back.]

Maybe I should leave the fencin' to you an' the professah, yeah? I don't reckon I'd be any good at it.

[He shakes his head.]

Na, fencing is easy. It's not difficult at all. I bet you could pick it up fast.

Anyway, I'm sure you've learned your lesson.

Maybe I'll 'ave to learn for the next time you decide to start 'itting me with a stick, eh?

I wouldn't 'ave to 'it ya with a stick if you'd take care 'f your fingers!

[He can't help but mock his accent as he hits him in the leg with a needle again, smiling. He can't remember the last time he had a casual and even fun conversation with a regular person, even one that once was an enemy, but he likes it. He's finding this quite enjoyable and isn't ready to change it any time soon.]

Oi! My accent en't that strong!

[Luke slaps at the needle a bit, snorting, then holds his hand out flat so that the slight crookedness in a couple of the fingers is visible.]

Besides, chewin' my nails is 'ardly the worst I've done to my 'ands.