laytondressing | (no subject)

He just... he's better. He copes with everything better than I do, and he's helped me so much already.

[She shakes her head a little bit.]

Well, either way. He's been staying with me, so we can check my rooms.

That...that sounds like him. He may play the role of the villain but he's so empathetic. He's strange that way.

[He follows her wherever he takes him.]

Sometimes he worries me about how empathetic he is. He doesn't ever take care of himself. Or when he does, he's worried about his things, like his contraptions and his work in general, but he doesn't take care of himself. Are you like that too?

Mmm... I don't know. I'm bad at looking after myself, but I'm no better at looking after anybody else, either.

[She leads him up to the fifteenth floor, stepping through the barriers she's set up and knocking on Descole's door once she reaches it.]

Double? Are you in>

[He nods at her suggestion of herself and laughs.]

Well that's okay.

[He follows her into the room, but no one responds. There is, however, the sound of water running.]

Is the shower on? Because he might be in there. He takes long showers. Don't ask me how I know that.

Ahh... I know that, too. He told me.

[She shrugs a little, moving to knock on the bathroom door instead.]

Double? Double, I have something to show you.

[Bradley laughs at her choice of words.]

I'm a something?

[Descole, from the shower, laughs incredulously.]

[Descole shrugs, glancing back at him and then turning a little further so she can actually see him.]

Well. You're a surprise, a surprise is a something... so more or less.

Double, are you coming or not?

Descole: There's nothing you can have to show me that's so important that will make me want to interrupt my shower!

[Bradley shrugs.]

Typical.

(ooc: sorry way too lazy to change accounts XD)

[Descole sighs, moving closer to the door.]

Don't make me come in there, double. There's someone here to see you, now get out of the shower. I'll make it up to you.

[ooc: It's cool! XD]

[Descole sighs and the water turns off. Obviously, he was giving in. Bradley laughs again.]

How, how typical. Yeah, I'm pretty sure this is my Jean.

[From in the shower, Descole calls;] Who's out there?

It's Bradley.

...so, I can go. If you'd like.

[From inside the shower, Descole laughs;] You're honstly joking.

[Bradley shook his head.]

Yeah, no, she's joking, I'm actually just a civilian.

[Descole finally walks out in pants, a t-shirt, and a mask. His wet hair being dried by the towel in his hand. He smiles genuinely at Bradley;] You're ridiculous. How did you get here?

[Bradley shrugs.]

I dunno. That's a good question.

[Descole moves to sit on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest and watching them. Much as she's still there, she doesn't want to intrude. She doesn't really know what to actually do anyway, and she hates that she's kind of jealous at seeing someone else get her double's attention.]

[Descole and Bradley try to make out how either of them got there and Descole introduced him and his double. Bradley waved to her.]

Good to re-meet you. I'm glad you've been keeping him safe.

Mmm... I'd say it's more the other way around, than anything.

[She glances between them for a moment, chewing her lip. She shakes her head after a moment, dropping her head so hide where she's just bitten enough to draw blood.]

I... I-I'll leave you two alone, anyway.

You don't have to leave us. We're not doing anything. Did you tell her about us?

[Descole nodded not saying anything.]

Cool, well, you don't have to leave us. It doesn't matter.

[Descole walks to his double and sits next her, placing his arm around her. He looks up to Bradley;] we have similar emotional issues.

[Bradley laughs.]

I'm glad you're not alone...?

[Descole tenses a little, glancing at Bradley a moment before she curls in close to her double and wipes at the blood on her lip.]

Ehh, well... If you're really sure. I mean, I don't want to be a hassle.

[She buries her face in her double's muffler anyway. For all that she's comfortable with just him, having someone else there has thrown her right back into being nervous, and she can't even resort to sarcasm because she doesn't want to offend her double.]

[Descole shakes his head;] you're never a hassle.

[Bradley sits on the floor in front of them, with the ball in between his legs.]

The more Descole's the merrier.

[Descole raises an eyebrow;] are you okay love? You don't have to be nervous. Bradley is stupid, anyway.

[Bradley nods.]

...m'okay. I just... I don't know. God. This is new for me.

[She reaches up, pulling her mask away and tossing it down on the bed without moving her face from the muffler.]

Ugh. I'm sick of the mask, double. Is it okay to show my face? I mean... it won't freak him out or anything, right?

[It's easier, just addressing things to Descole rather than actually talking to Bradley, even if she knows it's rude.]

[Descole nods;] Yeah he wont care. And if he does, we'll just kick him.

[Bradley looks confused.] About what?

[Descole moves his doubles hair lightly, and he takes off his own mask in the process.]

[The blonde looked shocked slightly and cocked his head to the side.] That looks terrible. How did that happen, i-if you don't mind me asking...

Layton did it, in my world. ...does he know who Layton is, double?

[She shakes her head just a little, tilting her head in to where his fingers are. She's hoping that at least if she mostly just speaks to Descole at first, then she'll get used to the idea of someone else being there.]

[Descole nods;] Yeah he knows mine. Layton in her world is a jerk.

[Bradley nodded and began drumming on the ball.]

I'm sorry that happened to you. Why...I mean...I'm sorry....

...thank you. As for why he did it, I have no idea, I can't begin to think how his mind works.

[She watches Bradley through her good eye a moment, still clinging on tight to Descole.]

[Bradley shakes his head and starts bouncing the ball.]

I'm sorry. Well, at least you're still pretty.

[Descole smiles and nudged her;] see? I told you you're pretty. Of course he has a bias, but still.

Ehh... maybe before. But, really, it's hardly pretty to be missing an eye.

[She sighs, shaking her head and glancing back at Bradley again, before looking up at Descole.]

...god, I ought to stop hanging off you this whole time, now.