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[contraltoflute]

[Descole is the closest that Monocle's Clive has to an actual friend, and that means that it's fallen to her to get him out of the room for a while. So she's sat on one of the couches in the lobby with his head in her lap, staring off into space. She's letting him doze but anyone's welcome to come talk to her. There's not much else she can do while Clive's sleeping there, anyway.]

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[cuteandclever.livejournal.com]

{Clove was just wandering past, and... well, she's more curious than anything. She sees one of her doubles on your lap, so surely you're a friend, right?

She just sort of... stops for a moment, stareing.}

[contraltoflute]

[She glances over at Clove, looking her up and down for a moment before shrugging slightly.]

Hello.

[cuteandclever.livejournal.com]

Er... Hello.

[contraltoflute]

...did you need something?

[cuteandclever.livejournal.com]

Oh, n-no... Was just... wondering who was over here...

[contraltoflute]

...he's the Clive from the... monocled Layton's world. And I'm Jean Descole.

[cuteandclever.livejournal.com]

I see... {She was hoping she wouldn't meet this Clive...}

Nice to meet you, Miss Descole. I'm Clove.

[contraltoflute]

[Descole nods a little.]

Just Descole is fine. No Miss.

[cuteandclever.livejournal.com]

Very well...

[contraltoflute]

...what's wrong? You seem... uncomfortable.

[cuteandclever.livejournal.com]

I just... I'm not very good at talking to strangers...

[contraltoflute]

[She snorts.]

...you're not alone in that.

[cuteandclever.livejournal.com]

{She smiles.} I suppose that's good.