Well, this is certainly odd.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

[Emmy stumbles a little as she appears in the lobby - understandable, really, given that she was stepping out of the Laytonmobile just a moment before. Much as she'd been paying more attention to Layton than her surroundings, she rather doubts that they're parked in a building. After all, they were supposed to be outside Misthallery, and who would put a town inside? Other than, well. Turning on her heel, she discovers that the Laytonmobile isn't even there behind her, anyway, and she promptly wheels around in a full circle to try to get a good look at her surroundings.]

Professor Layton!?

...anyone?

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[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Which part of it? You want to make it so that I dislike you here, or don't dislike you at home?

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

I... wasn't planning to stay with him for long. Just... for a little while.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Because you want to be close to him?

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

That you don't dislike me, silly. Why would I want otherwise?

I think we can be good friends.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

...maybe.

[She scratches the back of her neck awkwardly, trying to think of something to change the subject.]

...if I'm staying here, where can I live?

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

You can stay with me, if you'd like.

[Dammit, Monocle, at this rate half the Dressingroom is going to be sharing a room with you!]

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

[Clive flushes faintly.]

...you mean that?

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Of course! As long as you don't mind Luke's presence I would welcome the company.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Well, perhaps if we were enemies you might not want me as your friend.

[She shrugs.]

I'm sure that we could be, though, yes.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Ahhh... I don't know who Luke is.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

You...

Oh, of course not! You said you were from when we just arrived in Misthallery. Well then, Luke is a young boy who stays with me as an apprentice. He's really no bother.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[He smiles.]

Well let's start over, Miss. I am Jean Descole.

[He takes her hand and kisses it gently.]

And you?

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Ahh... yeah, that's okay.

[Scratching at the back of her neck again, Clive glances up at him.]

Show me the way?

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

[...well. She blinks at him, then laughs.]

Emmy Altava. Though presumably you knew that?

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Follow me then, Clive. Or should I refer to you as Emmy?

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

...Emmy in public. But... Clive is fine, if it's just us.

Not necessarily, I just wasn't sure you'd actually go through with it XD

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

{Just sorta. Staring at you with wide eyes.}

I... beg your pardon?

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

I see.

Very well, this will certainly prove to be interesting.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[He laughs.]

What are you talking about? We haven't met!

[He takes her hand and half smiles.]

So, tell me about yourself Ms. Altava

Re: Not necessarily, I just wasn't sure you'd actually go through with it XD

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

[...well. There's probably no reason for the disguise, at this moment... Clive pulls the wig off, frowning at him.]

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

...interesting, professor? How so?

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Hmm, well... what would you like to know, Mr. Descole?

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Never mind. [Pets Clive's head.] We're here, regardless.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Anything you wish to tell.

And please, call me Jean.

[What a good way to switch things up.]

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

[Headpats... Clive flushes, following Monocle in.]