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CLICK

He looked up at the sky and sighed. Why did he let the clerk talk him into pay and talk? He was pretty confident at first, he was going to get the number of a pretty girl that he happened to like, in his confidence he made the mistake of clicking the phone shut and opening it only to find it dead. He checked his to see if the same bad luck followed suit and was answered with his expectations. Not only did they have no means of communication, they also had no means of transport, it was a good thing that Professor Layton made them pull over, otherwise they would have been stranded in the middle of the road, they at least were stranded on the side of the road. Deciding that the sooner they got back on the road the better he went over to the distressed father. He sat with his fingers running through his hair like a worker who had just gotten laid-off. He didn't really blame him, he had just gone through a lot recently, paranoia, losing his daughter, finding out she and everyone he loved got kidnapped by an unknown mastermind and now this? Professor Layton held true to his reputation, he was stressed (and slightly embarrassed) but didn't have a complete mental breakdown. He might've had an "episode" but he got over it surprisingly quickly. Clive asked him if he had any loose change. He didn't respond, instead he brought about his wallet and looked through it. Upon finding it empty he put it back and walked around for a bit, still refusing to talk.

"Great!" Muttered Clive "Now we'll have to wait for someone to give us a lift or at least help us call a tow truck."

His mood matched the weather, exhausted and fiery. He was ready to lash out at anyone who talked to him, save for the Professor who was currently in the opposite mood.

Suddenly Clive had a thought of something he really needed to talk to the Professor about. He trotted over to where he was and bluntly asked "Why did you tell me to stay away from Flora?"

He had an odd look given to him but was answered with

"I…was paranoid at the time. I know that you display…some interest in her and I know that this is quite requited" Clive's surprised smile was silenced by a raised eyebrow. He continued "However, if I were to consider giving my permission to let such a thing happen, then I would like to ask some questions."

"Alright." He agreed

"You were the boy Flora went out with for planning the party?"

"Yes"

"You were the last one to see her?"

"What is this? An interrogation?"

"Yes, now answer the question."

"Yes."

"Why do you like her? And what are your intentions?"

"I…like her because she's…she's always smiling, she refuses to let a bad day drag on or hold something against someone, she's the complete opposite of everything I am which is probably why I like her so much since I can't stand myself, as for my intentions…I haven't thought that far yet but for now I'm focused on just keeping her smile around."

Normally he would've thought this a bit curious or suspicious but he saw actual sincerity, he knew that he could trust Flora with him, just like he trusted her with him on that day they left the towering pagoda.

"…Cli-"

"Do you need some help?"

^ No one you heard speaking. Till next time. Review review review!