#;mindless maker {mun}

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@masked-miracle from x

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“What d’you thi--I’m a four-foot-eleven American chick, do I look like Hershel Layton?”

Sakra growled in frustration and rubbed her bony hip. “Sorry, sorry, lost it for a sec, there. Whacking your hip on a desk isn’t fun.” After a moment, she leaned back against the desk, hands shoved in her pockets and ankles crossed.

“So, uh, what brings you here?” Probably Layton. But Layton wasn’t here and Randall didn’t know who the hell she was, so it was better to just play it ignorant and not shatter the fourth wall more than it had already.

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Mun play! Randall is bewildered but intrigued by the decimation of the fourth wall.

Fourth wall, meet sledgehammer | accepting

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“Swear to god, Layton, I know I’m a disorganized mess but how the hell do you displace something this important? Ooh, I’m gonna--”

Upon hearing the office door open, the young woman kneeling by Layton’s desk stood and turned towards it.

“Er, the professor isn’t here right now, he’s at a lect--”

Who was that. That wasn’t a normal visitor. No, that was in fact Randall fucking Ascot standing in the doorway.

“Christ--!” Sakra jumped back in surprise, hitting her hip against the desk. “Ow! Dammit!”

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