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[willbenotenderness]

[The Layton sitting on a chair in the lobby doesn't look particularly bothered by the fact that he's somewhere new. In actual fact he's just calmly drinking a cup of tea that got dragged along with him. Someone will come tell him what's going on, he's certain of that. And why put in the effort to go searching for information, when it'll come to him with no effort on his part?]

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[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

I have encountered many Clives, so be a tad more specific.

[willbenotenderness]

Small, rude, rather enamoured with sticking knives into every available surface. Particularly when said surface is me.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

I don't believe that I have seen a Clive of that description.

[willbenotenderness]

[Takes a long sip of his tea.]

Well, now I know that you're not me.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Quite certainly not. My own Clive is rather different to yours.

[>|]

[willbenotenderness]

Hmm. I was thinking more because you're such a ridiculously bad liar.

It does raise some questions, though. Such as how dare you touch what's mine?

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

I beg your pardon. Nothing here belongs to you, sir.

[1/2]

[willbenotenderness]

Really, now. Perhaps we ought to see what Clive has to say about that.

What do you think, Clive?

[livewiththisdisgrace]

[Eep. Clive creeps out from where he's been lurking behind one of the sofas, glancing between them awkwardly.]

I. Uh.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Your opinion would indeed be most welcome, Clive.

[livewiththisdisgrace]

[To Roulette.]

You, uh. You've had that scar for more than a year?

[willbenotenderness]

Quite. Tottenham Court, May ninth. You remember it, I'm sure.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

[Listens, trying not to frown too much.]

[livewiththisdisgrace]

[Clive hesitates, glancing at Monocle a moment.]

...I do, yeah. But I'm guessing... that you don't.

[That last part is directed at Monocle.]

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

No, I do not.

[Knows where this is going.]

[livewiththisdisgrace]

[Clive chews his lip, looking over at Roulette.]

...you're dead in my world, though. I mean, you're... you're mine, I guess, but you're still...

[willbenotenderness]

Clive...

[It's the first show of any real emotion from him, and he reaches over to grasp Clive's sleeve.]

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

[Watches them, judging.]

[willbenotenderness]

[He watches Clive for a long moment, then raises his head to eye Monocle.]

You'll not touch him again.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

He is your Clive, to be sure.

[Which... doesn't actually answer the question.]

[livewiththisdisgrace]

[Clive shudders, glancing at Monocle for a long moment and then moving to crawl onto Roulette's lap.]

I-I... Layton, he's...

He's... important.

[willbenotenderness]

[He sets his tea aside, wrapping an arm around Clive even as he hisses at the words.]

Whatever he might have been in my absence, I'm here now and you are mine, Clive.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

He is correct, of course.

...I will bid you both a good day.

[Turns to leave.]

[livewiththisdisgrace]

[Clive lets out a keening noise from the back of his throat.]

H-Hershel, please...

[willbenotenderness]

[...oh.]

...you call him by his first name, and yet I'm still Layton to you?