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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[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

How would you describe him then?

[Watching her carefully.]

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Hmmm... well, description was never my strong point.

[You are a journalist dammit we all know you're lying.]

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

When we first met you described me rather accurately, so I'd say that I'm not the only one withholding information here.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

In your case, you'll find that I only stated facts. I... well, the facts I know about Clive Dove probably aren't the sort of things that you're looking for.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

He is a threat to my personage, I'm always interested to know about him.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Oh? I'm afraid I can't see him ever being a threat to you.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

He must be rather timid in your world then.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

I... wouldn't say that he's timid. But I think that he rather admires you.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Admires? That boy has nothing but loathing for me.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

...what makes you think that?

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Didn't I just tell you that he was mounting a rebellion to overthrow my government?

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Ahh... well, things must have changed a lot in those years since my time...

[Her voice... cracks a little at the end. What it cracks into for a moment might sound just a little familiar to him.]

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

[His eyebrows lower and he frowns suspiciously.]

...Emmy?

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Yes, professor?

[THE PICTURE OF INNOCENCE.]

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

[Walks closer.]

Something was off with your voice.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Oh? Perhaps I'm coming down with a cold.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

A cold doesn't do that to your voice.

[Reaches out to take hold of her arm.]

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

I think you ought to try having colds more often, professor, you'll find that it does affect one's voice.

[She allows him to hold her arm, though.]

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

And everything else about your appearance, you'd have me believe.

[Stares into her eyes, still clutching at the arm.]

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Oh? And what's that supposed to mean?

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

[Runs his free hand through her hair.]

Is this a wig, 'Emmy'?

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Really, professor, are you suggesting that my hair might not be real? How ungentlemanly.

[She can't really suppress her grin right now, though.]

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

What are you smirking for then?

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Because... everything I've ever heard about you says that you're a perfect gentleman. You don't quite seem to fit that, if I'm honest...

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Oh, I am a gentleman. But you are no lady deserving of my respect.

[Tugs at the wig.]