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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[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[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.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

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.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

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?

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

[Clive laughs, loudly.]

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

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

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

Nice blush there, Jean.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

I'm not blushing.

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

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

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

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[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.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

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.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

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...

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

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.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

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.]

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

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?

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

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?

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

[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.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Heh, I bet your lipstick must have worn off, throughout the day's work, huh?

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

I wasn't wearing lipstick! What are you suggesting I've been doing, anyway? Before I ended up here I'd just been with Layton all day.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[Descole laughs loudly.]

Exactly. NOW I know what happened to your lipstick! That's what he uses Ms. Altava for.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

[Clive flushes bright red.]

That's obscene! God, just because you want to do that sort of thing with him doesn't mean everyone else does, too!

[She's not exactly convincing about it.]

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[And Descole continues laughing.]

You're never going to see my mouth anywhere near Layton's skin, let alone doing that.

You on the otherhand. Well, I understand now. You're a prop for Layton's boredom.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

[Clive hisses through her teeth, hands on hips.]

Layton wouldn't do something like that, and besides I barely met the man!

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

If I had a dollar for every man I got to know when I hardly knew them, I'd be rich. I don't think you're any different, Mascara.

[He laughed at his own nickname and shook his head.]

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

I'm not saying I haven't done things like that myself, but not with Layton!

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

You can say it all you want, Mascara, but I don't know if I can believe it.

Especially not with that pretty face.