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[Someone's used all her wishes already.

It was worth it, though, and Obsession is evidence of that.

For the moment, she's resting (or something like it, anyway) in the lobby. Not asleep, but she's curled on one of the couches, just watching anyone that goes past. Now and then, though, she yawns, and when she does it bares several rows of sharp teeth as well as a long, thin tongue that coils around in midair before flicking back into her mouth.

...someone used her wishes interestingly.]

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[As Descole is walking past, he see's her sitting and mentally wants to fall to his knees and grovel. He hadn't seen her since they had fucked and he was worried something he did may have impacted her negatively.]

Double! Oh god, you're alive....

[Jeanne pauses mid-yawn, tongue curling in midair for a brief moments before she shuts her mouth again.]

...of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?

....

[He's noticed the, um, differences.]

What did you wish for?

[He's a little worried but knows the first one. Obsession's death...]

[She tilts her head.]

Oh, you mean...

I wished for a body like whatever killed Twister. It seemed... fitting, if I was going to kill my own Layton.

[He gives a nod and smiles a bit.]

It would be a lie if I said I didn't like it.

[He then loses the smile.]

You had me worried. You just...disappeared...like you always do.

...I wasn't avoiding you on purpose.

[Well. She was.]

...well. Perhaps.

It doesn't bother me any more, though.

[He gives a nod.]

Good...I mean, it's not good you were avoiding me, but I suppose I can't blame you...

[He moves his hand to the back of his neck.]

Uh...sorry...about all that...I suppose my vanity and narcissism took the best of me...

[She snorts.]

No need to apologise. It bothered me... because of Layton. My first wish was to undo the damage he did. Physical and mental.

[He smiles a bit at this and suddenly gets his own idea.]

That's a rather...tactful and smart wish.

[He smirks, looking down and thinking. He can make the same wish. The same exact thing. And...well, would he be better? How amazing would that be, even if only for a while.]

...so I suppose you have no use for me now, do you?

[Upon saying this, his chest gets tight in anxiety. He doesn't like the idea of not being needed, however, he knows if she didn't, it would be for her best...by why did it hurt so much?]

[And that's enough to get her taking her mask off. She wants to look him in the eyes (more or less, anyway). And try to ignore the way her eyes are almost reversed, blue irises stood against black sclera and white pupils; it's a side effect of that third wish of hers.]

You think I'd give you up so easily, double?

[Her tongue flicks out again, the end of it trailing over his cheek.

...and then she pauses, going cross-eyed briefly as she glances down and flicks it back into her mouth.]

...this body really does come with some interesting instincts, apparently.

[He is completely entranced by her eyes. Nothing of his could compare to how amazing she looks with not only both her eyes, but the confidence she seems to have.

How cruel.

He smirks at her looking down at her tongue and shrugs.]

It seems to, doesn't it? Here stick out your tongue, I want to see.

[He places a hand on her chin very curiously, wanting to observe as a scientist would.]

[Descole hums lowly at the touch, parting her lips enough to let her tongue slide out. It coils about in midair slowly as she watches him, and it's a good foot in length by the looks of things.

She'll just watch him patiently until he's done looking, too.]

[Descole looks astonished.]

What the fuck?

[And he laughs.]

That is...literally, probably the most amazing thing, I've ever seen on a woman.

[It takes your double to appreciate something like that. He lets go of her chin and lets to recoil it back before speaking again.]

Hmm...

[She snorts, curling it around a little before she retracts it.]

Is it really? Perhaps I'll get to keep it.

[She doubts that, though.]

If I don't, though, I suppose I ought to get as much use out of it beforehand as possible.

[He gives a smirk.]

Yeah? And how do you plan on doing such a thing?

[He raises an eyebrow still staring into her eyes. Again, another thing only your double could be so amazed at.]

[Jeanne leans back against the couch.]

I'm not sure. Anything in mind, double?

[That smirk has way too many teeth.]

[He leans against the couch next to her and raises an eyebrow.]

Hmm, I don't think I have any ideas, do you?

[And that's a lie. But he's always thinking about the certain think he's thinking about...]

Really, now?

[That tongue slides out again, coiling on itself in midair.]

Iiii think that you do have an idea in mind.

[He gives a shrug.]

I might.

[His smirk shows he does and he looks away staring out into space. Pretending to be unaffiliated with any sexual feelings or thoughts.

He does like her new confidence though...he rather...admires it.]

[Jeanne leans her head back and shuts her eyes.

Her tongue, on the other hand, snakes out to trail over her double's cheek again as she lets out a low hum.]

[He doesn't see it happening so he jumps back touching his cheek confused.]

Oh fuck!!

[He laughs as he realized what just happened and shoves her.]

Oh god, I didn't see that coming...

[He leans against her, shoving his body weight towards her playfully.]

[Laughing low in her throat, she scrambles up onto the back of the couch and balances there, tongue flickering out like a snake's.]

Really? Maybe you should pay more attention.

[Descole laughs.]

I didn't realize I had to be so on my toes around myself.

[He grabs her hand and tries to pull her back on the couch unsuccessfully. He sits up towards and then sits on the back of the couch with her.]

Ha!

[He takes her hands and smiles.]

Now that I'm more... myself? Definitely.

[Snorting, she watches him, letting her tongue slip out to run the tip over one of her double's hands.]

[He laughs as he watches her and pulls on her hands, pulling her closer to him.]

Well, I'll be aware of that.

[He smirks at her.]

[You wanted a lapful of your double, right, Descole? Because Jeanne's certainly willing to provide that, given the pulling.]

As you should be.

[Yes, that is exactly what Descole wants. So he's okay with this.]

Hmm, why don't you prove it, babe?

[He bites his bottom lip and pulls on her hands even more, pulling her even clooossseerr.]

[Jeanne hums low in her throat, leaning in to press a bruising kiss to Descole's lips. She'll nip a little, too - carefully, though, given how many teeth are involved and how sharp they are.]

[Descole lets her and kisses back pulling her onto his lap, still sitting on the top of the couch. He moans into the kiss and touches her sides, caressing down her lower back.]

[Arching forward, she deepens the kiss, tongue curling around his. She breaks it soon enough, though, pulling back and flashing him a smirk as she stands up from the sofa.]

Come now, double. You don't expect to get any more than that in the lobby, do you?

[After she pulls away he smirks at her words.]

Well....no one I care about is around to see...wait--

[He looks around again feigning worry. Then looks back at her with the same smirk.]

I don't care about any one.

[He takes her hips and forces her down onto the couch, pressing his lips to hers again, playfully.]

[Snorting, Jeanne pulls back again, tugging at Descole's arm to urge him up as well.]

Well, I do, double. And besides, if Clive can manage to contain himself in the lobby I'm sure I can too.

Come on.

[He snickers and shakes his head, standing.]

Fine whatever love.

[Takes her hand and follows her to wherever she's going, leaving kisses on her neck.]

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