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]

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.]

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

[She laughs aloud, but makes no move to stop him.]

Come now, Layton, who says I'm not deserving of your respect?

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

[Tosses the wig down to the floor.]

Everything I mentioned earlier, Mr. Dove!

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Ahhh, but what I said earlier was all the truth, professor. I have nothing but the utmost admiration for you, I can assure you.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

You... admire me?

...

Forgive my doubts but I find that hard to believe coming from a Clive. As I said, the one from my own world is hardly a friend and the only other Clive I've spoken to whilst being here openly detests me.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Well I--

I remember. That day, when you... you helped me. You saved me.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

[Looks away for a moment.]

...I wish my Clive would remember that.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

[...there's a moment of hesitation, and then Clive moves to hug Layton tight.]

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

[Puts an arm around him.]

It's fine, my boy. Though I am curious as to why you chose to dress as my assistant.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

I. Ah. Am your assistant.

Emmy Altava isn't... actually a real person.

[She cringes a little at that 'my boy', too.]

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

No, Emmy Altava is definitely a real person where I come from.

[He's seen plenty of evidence supporting her definitely female attributes.]