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whoops i was gonna reply to rps on here but now i feel shitty lmfao goodbye im staying on hiatus (possibly indefinitely)

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DO. NOT. TALK. ABOUT. SNAILS.

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[Oh, no. Oh, frick, she was giving him the dreaded puppy dog eyes—okay, Luke, muster up all your strength. Not even the professor can resist those, most of the time, and you are much stronger than any old set of adorable eyes and—well, heck. It was no use, he’d fallen for it already, whoops. I mean, this was the same kid that (secretly, even though it wasn’t really a secret in regards of how well he hid it. Even Professor Layton knew of it!) couldn’t bring himself to resist a teddy bear available for purchase. Good thing his dad had been the mayor back in Misthallery, otherwise Luke wouldn’t have half of the stuffed animals he hid in his room.]

[Regardless, Flora was about ready to go off on her own! And…Professor Layton did say that it was a gentleman’s duty to assist a lady in need, especially one that was giving you puppy dog eyes like she was.  Man, why did Flora have to major in the art of adorableness? I mean, who could resist that look?]

Aw…f-fine, I suppose, but only because it’s my duty as a gentleman! Where do you want to go, anyway? You still haven’t told me where we’re going, and you can’t go on an adventure if you don’t have a destination! [That was common knowledge among professional adventurers like Luke; in every single one of his and the professor’s cases, they always had a goal in mind. Maybe Flora didn’t know that because she wasn’t invited too often, whoops…]

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"Perfect!" She jumped in place and clapped her hands together in excitement, despite the fact that Luke was still pressing her for information. Jeez, for a little kid, Luke wasn't nearly as fun as Flora had hoped. Well, she supposed the Professor was usually the one behind setting these sorts of things up. And he did have a habit of disclosing their location before heading out, so as much as Flora wanted to keep her huge plan a huge secret, she guessed she'd have to let him know a few things.

"Well, I don't want to spoil the whole adventure, but I guess I can give you a few details." After all he really only wanted to know the destination, right? She could tell him that much. "We're going back to St. Mystere! Aren't you excited?" Because she sure was! Some might think that revisiting a town the girl knew inside and out would be boring, but there was always something she could get herself into there, especially since she knew her way around so well! There were so many secret shortcuts that only she knew about, and that was only the very beginning of it all!

And it would be nice to check on that family fortune of hers, even if she didn't want to take any of it. After all, if she did, then wasn't the whole place set to fall apart or something like that? Yeah, the people she surrounded herself with when she was younger were technically robots, but that didn't matter. They were all still family to her.

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[That happiness of Flora’s truly was contagious; Claire’s smile widened as the brunette spoke of how Hershel had spoken so fondly of his sweetheart, and that made aforementioned sweetheart absolutely giddy, despite Flora’s mention of his reluctance. Anybody would be hesitant to be reminded of someone so close that they’d lost all those years ago, but Hershel had shared them, despite that, and that made Claire happier than he could imagine. That meant he was strong enough to get past her supposed death, and that he was able to pursue other interests; her death hadn’t even shattered his dream of becoming an archaeology professor, and here he was, still wearing that top hat. Words couldn’t describe her pride.]

[Not only that, but he’d even refused to enter a restaurant because he would need to take off his hat if he did; Hershel must have cherished that hat as dearly as Claire treasured his gift to her—an antique pocketwatch. Though it might not be of value to anyone else, the ginger absolutely adored it—and, since they were on the topic of her and Hershel’s past together, she might as well show Flora, right? She did seem rather intrigued by their stories after all.]

[With that, Claire dug into her pocket, revealing the watch that she’d kept for all those years when something about it caught her attention. The watch’s hands were frozen into place around certain numbers. Was it broken? It was perfectly fine before the blast—wait. Before the blast…that gave Claire an epiphany about how she’d managed to survive, but she’d have to pursue that lead later. For now…it was bonding time with Flora; she’d give it a look later.]

That reminds me…Hershel gave me something, as well. [Claire’s smile turned a bit more wry, but she held out the watch in her hand towards Flora.] Unfortunately, it must have broken after the time machine did, but it’s still in rather nice condition. It’s just as precious to me as that hat is to Hershel… [Especially if her theory regarding the watch proved correct.] Would you like me to tell the story behind it, Flora?

[Hopefully, she’d agree; Claire would love to tell a tale about their time together in the past. Perhaps it’d act as a method of cheering the ginger up even further?]

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"Oooh, yes! Yes yes yes, of course I'd like to hear about it!" Despite the fact that Claire had started out pretty glum, this reunion was going even better than Flora could have ever hoped for. She'd often thought about what her life would be like if Claire had never died; how she would have lived with two adoptive parents. Not that she minded having just a father! She adored the professor, but she couldn't help but wonder what things would be like if Claire was there, too. After all, all she wanted for the Professor was for him to be happy since he'd done so much for her.

And as great as the Professor was... well, she couldn't help but long for a mother like she used to have. Someone to talk about romance novels and fashion tips with... Someone to confide to when she got a crush on someone. And Flora adored even before now, much in the way she adored Emmy although they've never met.

It was almost hard not to adore someone from Layton's past with the way he talked about them. He just surrounded himself with such nice, sweet, caring people; it was incredible and she wanted to meet them all! Henry, Angela, Aurora, Desmond... All of them! But Claire and Emmy had always been the top two, if you wanted the girl's honest opinion. There was just an extra tone of endearment when he spoke of the two girls.

It was similar to the way he spoke about Randall and their adventures together back in high school, and she longed to someday care about them as much as the Professor did; to form similar bonds with them because they seemed almost like famous actresses in Flora's mind, and it was absolutely amazing to her to actually be given a chance to bond with Claire, especially in a Mother/Daughter sort of way.

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Oh thank goodness Flora had answered the door, and not the Professor. Though in response to noticing her fist clenching and expression narrowing at him. His cheeks flushed a soft shade of red. He was one to take hits— but it’d sure be something to take it from someone like Flora whom he felt strongly for. Even if he did deserve it.

"Ah…Hullo, Flora." he managed to choke out, tugging at his collar with a free hand. The signs of nervousness were already clear and in the open. Inhaling and exhaling slowly did he try to regain himself, trying not to seem so terrified of someone so lovely and gentle as Flora.

Holding out the bouquet did he turn his head to the side, avoiding eye contact and pulling down his cap as his face flushed a brighter shade of red. His other hand still clenched the box of chocolates he had gotten her as well. Hopefully Flora would understand what Clive was up to, and not take this all too roughly.

"A-Ahem…F-For you." he mumbled, already a flustered mess.

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Ooooh boy, this was awkward. This was even worse than when Luke was nervous about something. You'd think someone nearly twice the boy's age would be better at this stuff than he was, but apparently not. Clive really was a lot like Luke, no wonder they all fell for that Future Luke gag. She was already starting to get secondhand embarrassment from this whole situation, and as the older's cheeks became an almost sickly shade of red, Flora's flushed a pale pink.

"Th-Thanks..." She almost winced as she said it, hesitantly taking the gifts from the ex-convict. She paused a moment and then; "...Do you want to come inside?" She wasn't really sure if she wanted the man that had kidnapped her in the same area as her, especially while the Professor was out and about, but it was certainly better than leaving the poor boy alone when he was like this.

Goddamn it, Professor, look at that, your kindness had rubbed off on her. Worst father ever. I can't believe it.

She opened her mouth to offer him some tea as an extra incentive to get this poor sap inside, but she would up staying silent about that bit. Not many people liked her cooking, after all, unfortunate as it was.

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"Can anyone tell me how I got here? And where mommy and daddy went? They’re nowhere around here. I don’t even recognize this place at all! Wait, what’s that thing…"

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"Hey, are you all right?" She had to stop herself from saying "honey" or some other childish form of endearment. If Luke didn't appreciate those, he doubted a little girl around his age did either. 

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[Flora, at first, seemed to be in disbelief after the redhead asked if the professor truly would be happy to see her; though it was a conceivable question for Claire, it may not have been for Flora. She was young and didn’t have as much to worry about as a time-traveling scientist that was supposed to die in a blast ten years ago, and that in itself came along with plenty of worries; would her presence cause instability in the timeline? What had even occurred to cause her current position in time, and why hadn’t she gone into the continuous loop she was supposed to? Heck, the world may never know.]

[Though, when the brunette mentioned how Hershel told her of his past with Claire, the redhead couldn’t help but smile. At least he hadn’t purged himself of her memory, so that was a relief, right? Well, unless it would have made him happier to do so…honestly, all she wanted was for the professor to be happy. He was the most important person in her life.]

He really tells stories about me? Hershel always was a sweetheart…so I suppose I can see that, hee hee. I still can’t believe how well he’s taken care of that hat…has he really not taken it off for ten years? [God, Hershel, she told you not to take it off, but you didn’t have to leave it on for ten years, you dork.]

[Still, it was a pleasant surprise to hear how that top hat was much like a trademark symbol of his; his gift from his old sweetheart being the very thing that others recalled him for? That was so cute, what the heck.]

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Flora couldn't help but smile even wider at the fact that Flora's words seemed to be reassuring in one way or another. Honestly, she thought it was silly that Claire would need reassurance about that, but hey, that didn't really matter so long as she was over whatever was bothering her now! And she seemed a bit more than reassured, really. She seemed happy to talk about the professor which, of course, make Flora pretty happy as well.

I mean look at that, Claire was even smiling! She probably had a lot to worry about right now, what with the way she was still alive and all. Why worry about a miracle, though? That was Flora's intake on all of it, and she took Claire's smile to mean that the ginger was starting to think the same way.

"Well, I'll admit that I had to prod him quite a bit before he would tell me anything at first, but yes! Oooh, he told me all about the two of you and how cute you were in college." And there was still probably a whole lot she didn't know. Claire had been a painful memory for the man for a long time, so no matter how much Flora asked about her, he was bound to leave a few things out. And she secretly hoped that she could figure all of those things out now that Claire was back! What was their anniversary, who asked who out, what classes they'd shared together... She just wanted to know all of it! Layton and Claire were a pretty perfect love story, after all.

"Oh!" In all of her excitement, she'd completely skipped over how Layton always wore that hat of his! "He really does wear that hat an awful lot, though. Once Luke told me that he refused to eat at a certain restaurant because they told him he'd need to take it off to enter!" She really did regret missing most of the Folsense adventure. Goddamn it Don Paolo.

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This is so sappy | Stmysteres

Adjusting his collar and tie did the male think twice about his appearance before even daring to leave the house. He managed to grab a box of sweets and a bouquet this early in the month—even if the holiday wasn’t for another week. Inhaling and exhaling slowly did he run a hand through his hair. He was shaking already.

After his release from Prison he had kept in contact with the Professor and his apprentice…but not the Professor’s self proclaimed daughter. The one that Clive had kidnapped all those years ago after he had lost his mind. He could only hope that Flora’s feelings for him lightened up over the years, and that she could easily forgive him for the mistakes he made back then. After all, that’s why he was released from prison. 

Alright, he seemed a bit calm now, his body relaxing as he took a final deep breath, grabbing the gifts and exiting the small house he had shared with Dimitri. Recalling well enough, Flora had been living with the Professor, unlike how much Luke would love to if his father had not moved to America—aside from their few visits. Meaning the Professor’s flat is exactly where he was heading.

It wasn’t that far, but it wasn’t that short as well. Word about him wasn’t passed on the streets as much as it was when he was first released. People hardly seemed to make out the man as the one who attempted to destroy London several years ago. Though Clive continued to keep his profile low until reaching the flat.

Once there did he straighten himself out once more. Time for the moment he had been anticipating for one day. And even if it seemed awkward like the Professor himself ended up answering the door—he would try his best to keep his cool.

Extending his hands did he knock slowly.

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After Luke's move to America, Flora's days were, admittedly, rather boring compared to how they'd been before. She'd usually spend her time plotting how to tag along with Luke and his proclaimed mentor, but it wasn't nearly as fun to tag along with just Layton. Not to say that the girl didn't love spending quality time with her new father. It just wasn't the same, she guessed.

She still got herself into a certain amount of trouble, though, of course. She'd even gotten dragged into the Yard a few times... whoops! She really didn't think Chelmey was her biggest fan, but Barton was nice, at least. And really sweet! She reminded him a bit of Luke, really.

She spent a lot of her time reading now, actually. Romance novellas were her favorite, and she'd grown to like those silly vampire and werewolf ones, despite the slight bit of embarrassment she held towards that fact.

The Professor was out on one of his errands today. Not anything too exciting. Something for the university, she thinks she remembers him saying. So, of course, she was caught rather off guard when there was a knock on the door. She shrugged it off, though, setting her book back down on the living room table before making her way to the door.

It was probably someone for Layton. Maybe Chelmey, not having realized that he'd stepped out. When she answered it, though, it was someone she'd honestly never expected to see again, and all she could do was blink at the man for a moment or two before narrowing her gaze a bit.

While she liked Clive after going on such a fun adventure with him and Luke, she was still a little mad about that whole kidnapping thing, and she clenched her fist, getting ready to punch that nerd right in the face, but- were those flowers? He was probably here to apologize, then, so she guessed she should take this whole situation as lightly as possible.

"Er- Hello Clive."

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[Claire couldn’t deny that she had jumped once she heard her name; of course, she wasn’t aware as to the source of the voice, and if she had been, she definitely wouldn’t have been so startled. Rather, she would have been overwhelmed with excitement—it was Flora, definitely a sign that she was close to the professor. From what she’d heard, though Hershel often forbade her from accompanying him and his apprentice, she did manage to find her own methods of tagging along, as she had during their adventures in the Future London; Claire and Flora hadn’t spoken much, but the redhead had heard much about her, especially due to the way she dug around for information regarding Hershel when she first realized she was in the future.]

[Though most information was a bit irrelevant to her original questions, such as the ones regarding Hershel’s location and where he worked, though she discovered much about his adventures with Luke, Emmy, and Flora. Claire was so glad to see that the professor had been treating himself rather well and even behaving like a true gentleman; she was rather worried that he would…be much too distressed by her death that was supposed to have occurred ten years ago. Though the redhead didn’t know much about how she’d managed to survive, she was simply glad to be back, glad to receive the opportunity to finally interact with Hershel and his “family”…starting with Flora here.]

Flora…! [Claire couldn’t resist the smile that grew on her lips; perhaps Flora’s cheeriness towards her presence was contagious.] My, do you really think he will? To be rather honest, I…I’m rather excited to tell him the good news. [Excited and anxious; how would he react? What if he had moved on from her after accepting her death…?]

[Of course, Claire attempted not to let that anxiety show. This was a delightful moment, not one to be ruined with her own worries towards their hopeful reunion…hopeful, meaning that she was internally praying for aforementioned reunion to occur, not to mention how she prayed that she wouldn’t…warp back to her time. Though it was what fate intended, Claire did want to be here; it was merely that her presence may create more anomalies, and that was one of her biggest fears due to coming back. But, perhaps, since she was still here…fate intended something different.]

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She couldn't even believe she had to ask about that! Why wouldn't the professor be happy to see her? The two of them were soul mates, after all! Like Romeo and Juliet but without all of the death. Well. With half of the death? But Claire wasn't actually dead, so yeah, no death sounded pretty good. Honestly, though, Claire didn't have a single thing to worry about in Flora's mind!

Yeah, so she'd kind of been dead in the Professor's eyes for ten years, but that didn't matter! It wasn't as if he'd dated anyone else; not in Flora's knowledge, at least. He never really seemed like the romancey sort of guy. Unless that romance was with Claire, anyway!

It was true that the two of them hadn't talked much when they had originally met, but Flora liked Claire an awful lot! She made the professor happy, after all. And if her adoptive father was happy, then Flora was happy as well.

"Oh, of course!" She exclaimed, clasping her hands together and smiling brighter than Luke Triton. I bet you didn't think that was possible, but it is. Amazing. "He's missed you so so soooo much. Oh! And he tells me stories about the two of you sometimes! Like how his tophat was a gift from you! That's really sweet."

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what about fish cake is that good too

Of course it is! I’ll admit that it’s not very popular, especially among the people here in London, but it’s not as if everyone hates it! I think it tastes pretty good! And when I can’t finish it, stray cats would be happy to finish it, Dogs, too!

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Cucumber sandwiches are incredible, Luke and the Professor do not know what they're missing.

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You’re absolutely certain?

[Layton crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his shoulder against the door frame. He struggled to fight back a smirk at the girl’s attempts to verbally shrug her way out of his suspicions. She was clever, he had to give her that, but she was a terrible liar and usually couldn’t keep from telling the truth before blurting it out not long after a fib. Hm… The professor shrugged and let out a sigh that may have sounded a bit too forced in hindsight.]

Ah, well, I suppose it was nothing, just my ears playing tricks on me. My apologies for disturbing your-er-sleep, dear. Good night.

[He gave a slight wave before stepping out of the doorway to seem as though he was returning to his own room, but he halted just beside the threshold of her door and pressed his back against the wall. Now to wait, in 3, 2, 1…]

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"Y-Yes-" She stopped herself from saying anything else. After all, if she went on and on about how she'd been asleep, then he'd figure her out for sure! Thankfully, he didn't have too much more to ask- or even say to her, and the girl's adoptive father was soon making his way out of her room, and she called a quick "goodnight" after him as he left.

And, after he'd left, she let out a loud "phew" sort of sound before flopping down on her bed. The whole experience had been a stressful one, but she was still way too excitable about the whole thing to go back to sleep. Maybe she could grab some new batteries and head out again? She'd be sleepy tomorrow, but that was all right. It was pretty normal to sleep in on a week end, she figured. So with a deep breath, the girl grabbed her flash light a second time and rushed out of her room to see- Oh. Maybe heading back out hadn't been the best idea after all.

"O-Oh, P-Professor!" She exclaimed, making a rather sad attempt at hiding the flash light behind her back. "Um. Hello."

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[If you asked Luke, sleeping in definitely wasn’t a waste of time; I mean, it could sometimes be healthy to get a nice day’s rest when it was a holiday. That was one of the best parts of being on holiday, actually! Not that the brunet would ever admit that aloud, especially in front of the professor, who was an early riser himself.]

[Speaking of the professor, would he even approve of Flora and Luke going on an adventure together at seven in the morning? Just what kind of adventure were they going on, anyway? Flora hadn’t exactly specified, and surely, if he asked, she’d most likely conceal it with “it’s a mystery!” or something to that effect. With a slight sigh escaping from the duckette’s lips, Luke rose from his covers and stood up beside the pouting brunette, facing her with a mixture of exhaustion and crossness written on his features.]

W-Well…I suppose I can’t argue with that logic, but speaking of the professor, do you think he would even approve of us walking out on our own to go on an adventure? Just where exactly are we even going…? [Even though he was almost certain he’d be met with a cryptic response, it was worth a try to ask.]

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"Of course he would!" Flora pouted, giving Luke her best set of puppy dog eyes. They often worked on his mentor, so the same should work on the apprentice, right? That's what she was hoping, anyway. Especially because, honestly, there's no way the professor would approve of this, unfortunate as it was. He was always so overprotective of her, and all just because she was a girl, jeez!

But she wasn't letting that get her down now, no siree! She had an opportunity on her hands, here. The professor was out doing who knew what, and she was not going to let this chance slip. She'd drag this kid on a super great adventure, she was sure. After all, if she went anywhere with Luke, it was bound to attract adventure eventually, especially with the way he could speak to animals!

"Besides, if you don't come with me, I'll just go off on my own, and isn't it a gentleman's duty to help a lady in need?" Because seriously, if Flora went off on her own when she was in one of these moods, she was absolutely 100% going to get herself into some sort of trouble.

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It’d been a long time since the professor’s last big adventure. He’d solved little mysteries here and there, of course. There was plenty of drama with Don Paolo after everyone’s little trip to “Future London.” Flora really did miss the bigger mysteries her adoptive father was known for solving, though. It was likely the absence of Luke had the girl a bit down, as well. She might not have been her best friend, but Luke was probably hers, in the long run.

Flora let out a small sigh as she walked down the busy London streets, heading home with a bag full of groceries she planned to use in some of her recipes which were on no way awful. Why did people think her cooking was awful? Her cooking wasn’t awful, it was awesome. Or to her it was, at least. Why didn’t more people like fish flavored cake, the world may never know.

Lost in thought, the girl lost track of where she was going and wound up turning the corner straight into another person. She went to apologize, dusting off her dress as a bit as she turned to see who exactly it was she’d run into. She wasn’t expecting it to be anyone she knew. Why would she be? It wasn’t as if she was acquainted with every single person in London and, if she stopped to think about, the percentage of people she was acquainted with in the city was a rather small percentage of them.

Flora instantly recognized the person in front of her, though. Celeste! Or really Claire. Realizing this, Flora opted to clap her hands together in an excited sort of way as she gave the professor’s old girlfriend a huge smile.

"Claire! Oh, Claire, you’re back, the professor’s going to be so happy!!!” She didn’t even stop to think about how the heck Claire was alive, she just wanted to hug her and drag her home and watch her reunite with Layton. What a romantic sap.

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[Claire’s eyes dragged over her shopping list as she walked. Milk, eggs, bread, the typical things that one would expect. Oh, she would have to stop by the florist as well to see if any new seeds had come i-!

A sudden force bumped into the scientist’s abdomen, nearly knocking her over. Oh, dear, not again! She really needed to work on paying more attention to where she was going. She looked up to apologize, but froze when she realized who it was, and the fact that they recognized her didn’t quell her nervousness. Her interactions with the girl had been brief, but apparently that didn’t do much to prevent Layton’s ward from recognizing her.]

Ah-! F-Flora!

[Wow, she really wasn’t good at this “staying below the radar” spiel, but she couldn’t help but smile sheepishly at Flora’s enthusiasm, though the prospect of seeing Hershel still made her rather anxious.]

Yes, I…I suppose I am…

Flora's spirits came to a sudden low when Claire wasn't equally as enthused about this reunion as she was. She seemed like. The opposite of enthused. What was wrong? Claire clearly remembered her, so it wasn't like this was one of those awkward meetings where someone remembered the other while the latter party remained clueless.

She should be happy to be back, right? Flora could imagine that she'd be a little concerned on the how part of it all, but it was a miracle at the end of the day, wasn't it? She could be with Hershel again, and Flora could have a family again!

"Hmm? What's wrong? Aren't you happy to be back?"