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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.]

[monocle_layton]

I beg your pardon. Nothing here belongs to you, sir.

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[benotenderness]

Really, now. Perhaps we ought to see what Clive has to say about that.

What do you think, Clive?

[foolsandutopias]

[Eep. Clive creeps out from where he's been lurking behind one of the sofas, glancing between them awkwardly.]

I. Uh.

[monocle_layton]

Your opinion would indeed be most welcome, Clive.

[foolsandutopias]

[To Roulette.]

You, uh. You've had that scar for more than a year?

[benotenderness]

Quite. Tottenham Court, May ninth. You remember it, I'm sure.

[monocle_layton]

[Listens, trying not to frown too much.]

[foolsandutopias]

[Clive hesitates, glancing at Monocle a moment.]

...I do, yeah. But I'm guessing... that you don't.

[That last part is directed at Monocle.]

[monocle_layton]

No, I do not.

[Knows where this is going.]

[foolsandutopias]

[Clive chews his lip, looking over at Roulette.]

...you're dead in my world, though. I mean, you're... you're mine, I guess, but you're still...

[benotenderness]

Clive...

[It's the first show of any real emotion from him, and he reaches over to grasp Clive's sleeve.]

[monocle_layton]

[Watches them, judging.]

[benotenderness]

[He watches Clive for a long moment, then raises his head to eye Monocle.]

You'll not touch him again.

[monocle_layton]

He is your Clive, to be sure.

[Which... doesn't actually answer the question.]

[foolsandutopias]

[Clive shudders, glancing at Monocle for a long moment and then moving to crawl onto Roulette's lap.]

I-I... Layton, he's...

He's... important.