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?

Comments

[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.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

[Clive flushes, stammering for a moment.]

You really think that-- that Layton would so much as consider doing that!?

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Even gentlemen have their secrets.

Especially foer a pretty face like you, Mascara.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

I-- I--

Will you stop going on about my face? It's unsettling!

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Aren't you good at puzzles? It's supposed to be.

That's what happens when you make fun of my performances and my outfits.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Well... well, that, you can change! I can hardly change my face!

...other than taking the makeup off I guess but that would defeat the point of the disguise.

[That and, uh, she likes it.]

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

I can't change what my mother did to me. She put me in theatre. I was making her money.

Anyway, I know you love looking pretty don't lie. I can tell.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

And what about you? You're a grown man, Jean, you could always drop the campy opera villain, couldn't you?

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Hmm, I've had it for so long, it's kind of a trademark.

But I've thought about it, and I think suits and masks suit me best. What do you think?

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

How would I know? I've never seen you in anything but that, so I can hardly tell what you'd look better in.