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[Bradley walks into the Dressing Room, completely confused of his surroundings. He was supposed to be walking back to Jean's house, but he found himself in an unfamiliar lobby. He's holding a black and white round ball under his arm, as he was just finishing up a small football game with his friends. He did not expect to be in such a place.]

Wha--

What is this? Is this some sort of joke?

[ooc: we need more OC's. I got convinced to throw my OC out there. OC's are fun.]

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Oh it'll have to be a good one.

[Descole nods;] Yes, quite. Hmm, I wonder if I can make fun of your teenage boy awkward features. [He gave a half smile, trying to let her know he was joking.]

[Descole laughs.]

God, what kind of a nickname would you even make from that? Go on, I want to see what you can do.

[Descole grins;] I'll call you Gangles. Cause you're gangly! Hahahaha Gangles.

[Bradley laughs.]

Oh Jean, you're funny. How do you think Gangles?

[She chuckles.]

Well, I'm sure it could have been worse. Right, Kitty?

[Descole chuckles back.;] Whatever, Gangles.

[Bradley laughs at both of them.]

You two are so similar. I could see you two being twins. Even your mocking is the same!

[She smirks and elbows her double lightly.]

Twins? Well, in that case, Kitty here would definitely be the attractive one.

You think? I think you pretty attractive. The eye thing is just interesting not ugly.

[Descole stuck out his tongue at Bradley.]

[Descole hesitates a little, reaching up to hover her hand over her missing eye for a moment.]

Some kind of examination of my Layton's thought processes might be interesting, maybe, but... I don't see how the scarring would be. Or how it's not ugly.

I think it doesn't detract from your beauty at all. Its a character quirk. We all have them. Like I'm petite but very muscular...and I'm a dancer. Kitty is just petite.

It's hardly one that I asked for or want, though.

Well I didn't particularly want to be a dancer either. I wanted to play football. I'm better with my feet. But I guess my parents knew I was a good dancer. So I got stuck with this as well. I kind of get it...

[Descole snickered and turned to his double;] He tries...

[Descole snorts quietly.]

Thank you, Bradley. It's not the same but... thank you for trying to cheer me up.

[Bradley shrugs.]

It's what I do. I think you're very pretty. You and Kitty over there. Despite the scars and such.

Ehhh... I agree about double, but...

Eh? Why don't you believe it? What's with you two your self esteem?

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