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[layton109]

[Layton stands looking confused in the corridor, his hand reached out as if to open a door. He was sure his office door was there in front of him, but now it was not. He lowered his hand.]

What is going on here?

[He looks around.]

Hello? Is there anyone here? 

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[contraltoflute]

...another one of you?

Just my luck.

[Descole's just perched on a nearby half-wall... thing. Sitting up above people is the best way to start conversations, if you ask her.]

[contraltoflute]

...

...well, I suppose you're more tolerable than mine, at least.

[layton109]

From what you told me I would hope so.

[contraltoflute]

Not having mutilated me doesn't necessarily make you more tolerable as a conversation partner.

[layton109]

Of couse.

[contraltoflute]

And that's supposed to - what - justify what you did?

You said that you caught me in bed with someone else, in your world? Well, I suppose it's fitting then that the you in my world made it so that I can't exactly sleep with anyone, unless I want to answer a lot of questions. Like, for instance, why your name is carved into my chest!