laytondressing | Well, this is certainly odd.

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Well, this is certainly odd.

[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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Oh. God, did I really say all that?

[She flushes, running a hand through her hair.]

Yes, though. Girls are nice enough, they look nice, but I'm not really... they're not my thing.

You don't remember saying all that? Hm, that's funny.

So they are true then. Tell me, does Professor Layton know anything about these exploits? You also said you two talk about your relationships often when you were threatening to ask about me.

I remember saying it, it's just that now I can't think why I didn't just lie.

No. I mean... he's welcome to ask, though in his case I'm sure that I would lie, but he never has done.

Heh, well I'm glad to know about your exploits with various number of men.

Anyway, just so you know, Layton and I where never involved.

[She smirks, a little.]

Sure about that, Jean? Come now, I'm being perfectly honest with you now, and you won't even admit being with Layton to me. I mean, really, I'm a reporter.

Who says I'm not being perfectly honest back?

Besides, Hershel is of no consequence to me anymore.

[Hm, that wording didn't come out like he'd planned.]

And you're around Layton often. Would you think he'd be the type to run off with a man I think not. Do I even seem like the type to run off with a man.

There. Perfectly honest.

'Anymore'? So he was, in the past.

As for the two of you... well, the professor seems the type to perhaps... indulge, with a man, although I'm not sure he'd really want to talk of it afterwards. Do you seem the type to run off with a man? Of course you do. I mean, look at what you're wearing.

[Says the one dressed as Emmy Altava.]

[Descole opens his mouth and then closes it looking down at his clothes. His angered expression lightly fades.]

Touche...though compared to what you're wearing, engarde.

Yeah you're right Hershel is certainly one to indulge in a man.

Well, I have a reason to be dressed like this. What's your reason for dressing like some sort of camp, opera villain, hmmm?

[She laughs as soon as she says it, though.]

Not that I don't like the look. It suits you, I think.

[Descole gives a stages laugh and then quickly it fades into a frown.]

I've been in theater and performing arts my whole life. It makes sense when you think about it.

You've been in theatre? Oh, man, I should have known.

I did drama at school, myself, only dropped it because I needed other subjects more to help with my plans.

Yes, my mother put me in ballet when I was really young, and I was doing professional when I was four. Then in primary school I was recruited to drama productions.

Why am I telling you this? Damn, do I really need to defend my clothing choice that bad?

[Clive laughs, loudly.]

Ballet? I assume you didn't wear a tutu, at least.

[Descole finds himself turning a red color as he frowns again.]

No, ballet is an art form. I had to wear a lot of suits actually. It wasn't there to embarrass me.

[Though it would be a lie if he said he wasn't. He told himself he wouldn't tell anyone. Dammit.]

[Clive laughs again, grinning at the sight of Descole's flushed cheeks under the mask.]

Nice blush there, Jean.

I'm not blushing.

You better shut up before I make you. I'm trying to educate you about theatre here.

Are you really trying to educate me about theatre, or is it actually about your adventures in homosexuality, hmm?

[Descole gives a sarcastic smirk and goes back to scowling.]

You know, it's demeaning to acquaint homosexuality with theatre.

Besides, you're still the one wearing girls clothes.

At least I'm not wearing a feather boa, Jean. And I have an excuse for this outfit. There's no excuse for feather boas, outside of perhaps drag acts.

It's a muffler, Clive! And there's a good excuse to wear one, especially when one is trying to conceal an identity.

Not like I ever wore this in ballet...

See, you say that, but to me it just looks like a boa.

And not having worn it in ballet doesn't make it any manlier.

You know, I shouldn't be arguing with you about manliness. You look like you just limped out of a drag brothel!

And this is just all the time!

[It's apparent that Jean is sensitive about his minimal masculinity.]

Drag... brothel...?

...well, if I ever meet an Emmy Altava who isn't a fabrication, I'll have to tell her what you think of her outfit, won't I?

Whatever, go for it! We're enemies anyway.

Though that comment was specifically to you. Are you wearing make up? Jeez, you're the whole package. Is that mascara on your eyelashes?

[Clive flushes, reaching up to touch at his lashes.]

What? I had to make sure Layton wouldn't suspect anything, and my eyelashes aren't girlish enough on their own.

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