laytondressing | Campaigning the lazy way...

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Campaigning the lazy way...

[Descole is sitting on a couch in the lobby. He's not looking like himself at all. He's not wearing his usual suit, he's wearing black slacks and a slightly ruffled tight fitting white shirt, no muffler. His hair is wet, like he'd just gotten out of the shower, and he's not wearing a hat to cover half his face. Just his mask. Mask always stays on.]

[Sitting cross-legged, staring at the piano across the way, he wonders how he's going to pull off a campaign and how much he misses Raymond. He also wonders if he should wander over there and play music, but in fear of bothering people, he decides not too. While not feeling very evil, or much like building anything lately, he's decided, he's pretty neutral. Until some one pisses him off, but that hasn't happened yet.]

[Surely, he knows he's not acting like himself, and being lonely is kind of terrible. Being in a sound mental state, he wouldn't mind being bothered. Also he knows if he's going to campaign he needs to make friends. That's new...]

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I know what you mean. Especially because you've got a thing with him. Or you want to have a thing with him. What's that story again? I'm not going to judge you, I don't care.

[He nods with a smile.]

Yup, she got very wasted. Out of her mind. She was striving for attention from both of our amazing problems, and she ended up sleeping with him.

Even wasted, I don't know if I would...would I? I don't know I've been through some dark points...

Got a thing with him.

[He pulls a face.]

I'm not sure that even if I actually drank paint stripper like I said, I'd be able to sleep with him. Even if I didn't have Hershel.

I just... no offence to your double, but was she drunk enough that she couldn't see?

Cute. Well, I hope you guys are happy, even if you're screwing with timelines.

[He laughs at his question.]

Well, she has one eye so her peripheral vision probably isn't the best, and you know how tinted ones eyes get when drunk. I've slept with some real characters drunk. I'd wake up and half to punish myself when I'd see who I was in bed with.

Perhaps it's a Descole thing.

Well, if I ever needed a reason not to drink, I think that about covers it. Although I've never really cared for alcohol much, anyway.

[Clive grins.]

Evidently that's probably for the best.

Ugh, don't ever take it up as a habit. Ever. Please. It's so self-destructive and horrible.

[He laughs and shakes his head.]

Sorry I'm preaching again. I was doing this to a Luke I met too. The one I called Clive coincidentally.

[He chuckles a little bit.]

I don't think it's a habit I could ever develop without forcing myself, really, and I've got no inclination to do that. I mean, maybe if I felt bad enough, but... I'm happy here.

Good. Very good. I would feel bad if you ended up a drunk. Seriously.

[He snickers at this and pats his shoulder affectionately.]

That's good you're happy. I suppose I am too. Which is kind of new.

It's... kind of new for me too, truth be told. I mean, it's... I don't know, it's like the first time that I've felt happy without having to think about my plans or anything.

[He cocks his head to the side and then nods.]

Yeah. I know how that feels. Me too.

It really is kind of nice though, having friends I don't hate, having my roommate, not having to deal with my crazy family, now all I need his butler and I'm set. Not even to wait on me, just to have. He's one of those friends I don't hate.

[Clive nods too, resting his chin on one hand.]

Yeah, I get that. For me... well, I'm not in prison, which has to be a bonus. This place gave me Hershel, too, and... my mother's alive here.

[Descole nods and gives a little snicker at Clive.]

This is going to sound sort of...adolescent, but I kind of wish my mother was here. As apart of my own crazy family, she isn't so much...my brother, sister and two stepfathers...that's a different story.

[He pauses realizing that's the second time he'd blabbed about his personal life. Why was he so comfortable here, to people he wouldn't normally be?]

Bet you didn't know I had a normal life somewhere behind a mask, huh?

I don't think it's so bad. I can certainly understand wanting your mother here.

[Clive shrugs.]

I didn't know what your personal life was, but I never presumed that you were nothing but your clashes with Layton.

I think most would would presume that, wouldn't you? I'm a man in a mask. You don't even know my real name, what color my eyes are, my ethnicity. You don't even know if this is my real hair color. Anything.

[He shakes his head.]

If I wasn't so scared, I'd be so sick of hiding I'd tell someone...but I can't. It's quite upsetting really.

Sorry, I don't mean to bore you with all this personal nonsense about me. We can talk about something else.

I don't know, really. It's not like I know who you are but there was always the assumption that you were someone outside of this, I think? If that makes sense.

And, no, it's fine. I don't mind it at all, honestly. You can talk to your double though, right? Since... well, I assume she's in the same kind of position?

I suppose, but she's got a completely similar buy different story. She doesn't have or remember her family, mine is a close knit french family who want to know everything you're doing, and ask you to food and wine every weekend. You know what I mean?

I dunno, I'm mumbling. Speaking of wine, that sounds pretty good right now...I don't that much fattening and bloating substance...

So tell me something about you, so I don't feel like we're talking all about me, eh?

Well... at least if her story is different then you can actually tell each other stuff without the other already knowing it.

About me... ehh, what is there really to tell? I don't think there's really anything interesting in my life besides what everyone already knows.

I suppose, but it's...different. I don't know if I really want to talk about me anyways.

Perhaps you've got something else. Everyone has somethings people don't know.

[Just don't leave, he's thinking, this is like therapy, talking to someone else not about him.]

Well... there's stuff that people don't know, but it's hardly interesting. And where would I even start with any of it?

[He runs a hand through his hair and shrugs vaguely.]

[Descole smiles and crosses his legs the other way.]

You've been standing there for quite a bit, would you like to sit down? That can't be comfortable for your small back.

...and I mean that in a respectful and physiological way.

[Clive pouts a bit, but snorts and sits down anyway.]

I'm not that short, shut up. You're just freakishly tall.

[He laughs.]

Love, I'm 5'9 1/2"-5'10". I'm not tall. Anyway, I wasn't saying you're short, I'm saying you've got a skinny back health and long legs. In dance you learn to take care of ones muscles based of body stucture.

Am I taller than you? Really?

I'm 5'4", so I think the answer to that question is a resounding yes. And you might not think you're tall, but that height certainly sounds tall when you're my size.

You're 5'4"!? Heh, no wonder you look so skinny from where I'm sitting. I suppose that's appropriate, anyway, be careful the way you stand. Your shoulders get too tense after a while and your spine goes in. If you keep standing like that, when you're older you'll be in a lot of pain.

But then again, you don't dance, so I'm sure you'll be fine. But still take care of your body while you're young.

Oh, shush. I don't even know how I'm this short, I'd say Mother might even be taller than you.

[He shrugs a bit.]

I think my posture is usually bad enough that it probably doesn't really matter what I do now. I'm probably screwed anyway. Oh well, though, I guess I'll deal with problems as they come.

You think? I'm not the tallest of men, but your mother must be quite tall.

Yes, see, that's what I thought too. I'd deal as they came, but once they did I now have pills for my muscle loss and such. It's harder to deal as you're older.

[Even though at most he was ten years older than Clive, but he was so harsh on his own self, he couldn't help the way he was. And he kind of wanted to take care of Clive, strangely enough. It was kind of nice to have that feeling.]

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