laytondressing | (no subject)

[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.

[Bradley shrugs.]

I dunno, even without it, the rest of you is pretty.

[Descole shook his head;] You're fine, m'love.

[Bradley just nodded.]

[Descole flushes uncomfortably, pulling away from her double and hugging her knees to her chest.]

Really, I... I'm especially not pretty with all the other scars. You've seen them, double, you know what I mean.

Scars don't make people pretty or not. I certainly have my scars. Figuratively and metaphorically. Hell, so does Jean.

[Descole nods in agreement as he takes her hand lightly;] He's right you know. And haven't I told you that before?

Still, I--

[She shakes her head, staring down at hers and Descole's joined hands.]

...sorry.

I'm just... I'm not good at this.

[Descole looks at her with a smile;] there's nothing wrong. It's okay.

[Bradley looks down at his legs and sighs.]

I'm not good at this either...

...would either of you like a drink? I'll get one.

[Moving off the bed, Descole heads out for the mini-fridge, willing it to give in to her this time and not just fill itself with non-alcoholic drinks like it has been lately..]

[Descole nods;] Don't hurt yourself double. But I think we can appreciate that.

[Bradley raises an eyebrow at Descole.]

You shouldn't be drinking, but I guess we're fine, since we're confined here.

[The brunette shakes his head;] You need to stop worrying about me.

[There's a muffled curse from the other room before Descole returns holding a selection of drinks. No alcohol, though.]

Sorry. It still won't give me anything. God.

I don't know. If you really want alcohol then you're welcome to try yourself, double.

[Though, of course, if he does get any then she'll be taking advantage of that herself.]

[Descole walks to the drawer and pulls out one bottle;] well, I don't know if it's giving me any more than this. At least it'll up your sodium intake.

[Bradley helps pour some glasses, and takes one for himself. He watches Descole sit next to gis double and hand her a drink.]

This place is weird...

Oh, thank god it likes you, at least.

[She takes a long swig, glancing at Bradley.]

Well... you'll probably get used to it. It's convenient, mostly, so at least there's that.

[At which point she turns back to her drink, trying to force herself not to drink it all in one go. Like Descole said, there's no guarantee he'll be able to get any more, especially if the place realises she's drinking it herself.]

So this place just up and gives you what you need? You're right, how convenient. Now it needs to learn not to give you any alcohol, because it's not good for your fragile frame.

[Descole snorts a little;] fragile yeah right.

[Bradley pushes him lightly.]

The doctor said you can't drink. It could stop your organs because they're not used to working.

[Descole shook his head, ignoring him.] See what I have to put up with, double?

[Descole snorts a bit, swigging her drink again.]

Oh, don't tell it not to give double alcohol either, or I'll have to use you as a supplier instead. It's already refused to give me any.