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[benotenderness]

[The Layton sitting on a chair in the lobby doesn't look particularly bothered by the fact that he's somewhere new. In actual fact he's just calmly drinking a cup of tea that got dragged along with him. Someone will come tell him what's going on, he's certain of that. And why put in the effort to go searching for information, when it'll come to him

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[monocle_layton]

[Some days Monocle becomes concerned about the large amount of Laytons who are... 'like him' that turn up in this place. They out-number the 'regular' Laytons, by far. So would that make him the true norm for a Layton to be like?

Regardless, he watches the new arrival with some mild interest, momentarily wondering if he should come up with a naming system for all these doubles.

He does not speak.]

[benotenderness]

[Leaning back in the chair, Layton smirks around the lip of his teacup.]

I believe that it's customary to offer a greeting when you happen upon someone, you know.

[monocle_layton]

Perhaps you did not want to be disturbed. It would be terribly rude to intrude on your privacy, kind sir.

[benotenderness]

[That gets a snort, and he cracks open his good eye. Doesn't look fazed by the sight of another him for a moment, either.]

You don't seem the kind who would particularly care, frankly.

[monocle_layton]

You would speak ill of yourself?

[benotenderness]

Well... I am sitting drinking tea, whereas you are stood before me. So, no; I would speak ill of you with the assurance that you're not me.

[monocle_layton]

So who do you believe I am, if not yourself?

[benotenderness]

Some kind of double of myself, I would presume. Particularly given that you look months younger than me, at best, and yet you're without a scar that I've had for more than a year now.

[He taps at a thin line beneath his bad eye.]

[monocle_layton]

Duly noted.

And I'm not even going to entertain the notion that you are confused by any of this, seeing as you'll be above such trivial things.

[benotenderness]

Rather.

Now, this place. Have you encountered my Clive?

[monocle_layton]

I have encountered many Clives, so be a tad more specific.

[benotenderness]

Small, rude, rather enamoured with sticking knives into every available surface. Particularly when said surface is me.

[monocle_layton]

I don't believe that I have seen a Clive of that description.

[benotenderness]

[Takes a long sip of his tea.]

Well, now I know that you're not me.

[monocle_layton]

Quite certainly not. My own Clive is rather different to yours.

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[benotenderness]

Hmm. I was thinking more because you're such a ridiculously bad liar.

It does raise some questions, though. Such as how dare you touch what's mine?