A drabble placed after my other fic, gentlemen. Of course, there's no need to read it but

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"... Clive, what are you doing?" Layton rubbed his eyes, still dangling on the line between dreams and reality. "Is that...?"

"Ah, you're awake."

The professor barely recognized him: with that bed hair and a lazy expression on his face, he was far from the usually impeccable young man he knew.

"Yes, I took your shirt when I started to feel cold. I hope you don't mind, I just couldn't find mine, you see." He tugged at the sleeve, that was long enough to cover his hand. "It's a bit loose, but judging by your face right now I'm guessing it fits me well regardless."

Of course, no matter how exhausted, Clive would never stop being a flirt. It was one of the many endearing aspects that had the professor crossing so many boundaries almost every night.

Layton just shook his head and smiled, hoping it would hide his embarrassment- A gentleman should never ogle like that, no matter the situation.

"Modesty, Clive."

"Honesty, Professor." He shot right back. "Now please try to not stare too much as I go to the bathroom- Although I doubt a gentleman like you would ever do something like that."

"If that's your way of asking me to please look at you, then I suppose I can humor you just this once."

Clive's smile wavered- and like the professional liar he was, he put it right back in its place after a few seconds.

He could do nothing to hide his flushed cheeks, though.


Hell I don't even know if Layton's orange thing can be called a shirt but whatever man, whatever.