Okay, I am bored. And inspiration-less. And I saw that awesomely awesome post that
ptps did for
art requests. So I thought mebbie to get the plunnies running again, I'd offer a drabble request.
Because me + drawing = you all go blind. So!
I AM OPEN FOR FIC REQUESTS!These will probably be short-fic, unless something really noms on me. Not putting a
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Luke had that look in his eye, and Layton knew it. He had seen it many times before, and knew what it was eventually going to mean. So he chuckled and gave his apprentice a knowing smile. “You have a question, my boy. Care to ask it?”
To his credit, Luke looked a bit sheepish at being so easy to read. But he straightened up very quickly and said, “Professor? You’ve traveled all over the world, right?”
“Well, yes-“
“And you’ve been all sorts of places, right?”
“Yes, I-“
“And met lots of different people?”
“Lu-“
“Would you tell me about them?”
“Settle down, my boy!” Layton waved his hands in a gesture of surrender. He couldn’t keep the smile from his face at Luke’s enthusiasm. “All right. Sit down. Now let’s see, a story…” He tapped his chin thoughtfully as he tried to recall an appropriate tale. After a moment, he curled that hand into a fist and hit it lightly against the palm of his other hand. “Ah, I have it.”
Luke’s eyes were practically sparkling as he waited for his teacher’s tale.
“I had been invited to attend a rather important dinner reception honoring a legendary man who was, like myself, an archaeologist with an affinity for puzzles. And while I was there, I met a most interesting gentleman…”
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