Even when I'm old and gray, the fact remains. The Professor Layton community will always hold a special place in me as the one of the first I invested many hours into, you guys are swell, and you deserve a little something every now and then. This is a simple exercise to get me back in the writing mood, but I digress. Let's start this year on mark.
If you're in the mood to seeing something in particular be written or updated (I can not stress 'updated' enough), give me a nod as quick as possible and I'll see what I can do. Cheers. Also, never hurts to review.
Word Count: 465 words.
At the Junction
Pit-pat, pit-pat, pit-pat...
They've been waiting a little over fifteen minutes now.
Rain beats on the cobblestone sidewalk with no end in sight.
The professor's hands are full. In one, he holds a bag of commodities from the local market. In the other he holds an umbrella meant for the two of them, but it only barely covers that radius.
Luke is drenched from head to toe. He's been telling the professor all morning that the reports were wrong, that there obviously wasn't going to be a storm so hazardous on a day so sunny, and that an umbrella wasn't necessary.
He brought it with them anyway, reminding the boy that one can never be too careful, and Luke is admittedly thankful for it all the same.
"Um, do you think we could try walking home, professor?"
Luke clutches his own grocery bag a little closer, his gaze now focused on his patient mentor.
"We could try, but it certainly won't be easy, my boy. It's a rather long walk back to the flat, and this downpour refuses to stop."
"That and the fog," Luke adds, a staple of their humble city.
"Mm," Layton gives a brief nod, "it's best we stay for a little longer, my boy. If it still doesn't show, we'll start heading down Midland."
The two fall back into a peaceful silence. Seconds later, a bright flash of light momentarily sweeps the scene, before its accompanying boom.
Luke takes a rather worried peep into his bag, "Professor, how long did you say the Laytonmobile was out of commission for, again?"
"About a week or so," Layton affirms, "why do you ask?"
The young boy's face melts into a sheepish sort-of smile, "O-Oh, well, um, I was just curious. Public transport is fun and all, but I don't think I could handle it if every day were like this!" Luke explains, his eyes once again returning to his bag and the tub inside it, "The humidity today too, you know, it, um, it doesn't sit well with the ice cream.."
"Oh?" Layton cracks a small smile, "Well then my boy, hopefully we don't have to wait much longer. It would be a shame to return home only to find your sweet no more than mere soup."
"And the worst part is-is that I paid for it too!"
The two share a enlightening laugh despite their less-than-pleasant situation, something they've always been capable of. It's not the most grand outing, but it's certainly far from the worst.
Luke lets out a questionable hum, "..If it comes to that though, do you think maybe we could return it and ask for a refund, maybe we could file it under faulty merchandise?"
They've been waiting a little over eighteen minutes now.
Pit-pat, pit-pat, pit-pat...