on sinking ground [active/closed]

[freudenstachel]

Characters: Freudia Neuwahl, Professor Layton
Content: Freudia might not care what everyone else thinks, but there's one person who might be able to get her off the warpath.
Location: West 17th, near Union Square
Time of day: Afternoon
Warnings: Stubbornness and shame.

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[simplypuzzled]

Layton had managed to find a house- well, no, not a house, more of a room. It was just big enough to house a makeshift desk and bed, but he wasn't bothered. Everyone was forced to make do until they could come across something better during the relief effort, and he would have to do the same. There would be time for furnishing later

[freudenstachel]

Well, fantastic. The only way to make her any less comfortable. But from the way Layton had reacted on the journals, Freudia couldn't say she was surprised. She couldn't really say much of anything. Words, for once, were difficult. Though at least he let her inside, and she took every opportunity she could to get out of sight, quickly making her way further into where Layton was living.

Oh, she wasn't about to break the silence. That she even showed up at all should have been enough. It took a lot of courage, and she doubted she would even be able to convince Layton of what she knew was right. Face an army, no problem. Face a friend and it's the most harrowing experience in the world.

[simplypuzzled]

He was the first to speak.

"I do apologize for the lack of seats," Layton said, closing the door. His voice was devoid of feeling, however helpful and polite he was trying to be. Having Freudia in the room under a situation like this made him nervous of what would happen.

It was best to just jump in and get it over with. Layton crossed the room and passed Freudia to gaze out the only window in the house. "I hardly believe I need to remind you of the situation, but I suppose I'll start with a simple question."

He turned to stare straight at her. "Why did you hide this from me?"

[freudenstachel]

She wouldn't attack him. Couldn't, really. But he was still entitled to be wary. Feeling his stare, Freudia returned it, showing the confidence in her actions that her words would lack.

"I did not want you to find out." Ah, the obvious answer. "I... respect you, Professor. You remind me of a friend." The enigmatic Spiritia, of course. The entire situation was something she would be completely opposed to, and Freudia assumed Layton would think the same way. "And I do not wish to lose your respect."