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After being informed by my faithful butler Raymond that my ultimate goal (which is to sleep with every single person in whatever the hell the country I live in is), quite a difficult feat, would be made easier if I were to meet people over the internet so I can hack into their personal information and find out where they live I agreed with his theory and here I am now.

la introduction.
I am Jean Descole an artistic man of science (IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!) I am a very experienced whore archeologist and inventor and a french gentleman. And when I say gentleman I do not mean the mockery (that I shat my pants! :D) that batard Layton put on the word, I am a real gentleman.
I would write more but I am currently rather...indisposed.

I look forward to vous vissage becoming acquainted ~♥


Oct. 8th, 2012 11:44 am (UTC)
Descole makes a broken noise at the further proof of Layton's...d-dislike of him...
You wont find it here
He backs away until he's standing against the window.
No, I wont. Not anymore."
With one last look of ambivalence at Layton, he turns and, with practiced ease, jumps out of the window.
Oct. 10th, 2012 04:34 am (UTC)
:( sad! Poor Descole?
Layton lets out a loud sigh and sits there for some time, leaning back against the wall, panting softly as the panic of the situation attempts to subside.
Layton numbly draws his pants up, still flushed with unwelcome excitement, and makes the smallest of sobs as he draws his knees up so he can rest his head against them, covering his eyes, trying to block out all manner of attempts at logical thought. landoclairelukeallgoneallgonejust- Layton digs his fingernails tightly into his knees as he shudders again, tries even harder to push aside all of his concerns and misconceptions and unhappiness. He lets out another small sob, normally he would have to keep in check for Luke, but now Luke has even been taken away from him and-
I miss him.
After a long time he finally stands gingerly up, takes a final baleful look around his empty, empty apartment, and looks fixedly at the ground in shame as he moves to his bedroom to erase all the tension and discomfort his unwelcome intruder has caused.


Jean Descole

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