The Xbox One seems to be a complete flop at this point. Why buy it if you can get a PS4, which does everything it can do and more, at $100 less? It makes no sense, Microsoft. You can even get a Wii U, which contrary to popular belief, has the same capabilities at even less of a cost than that. I'm convinced that Nintendo's won this generation once they get their niche titles out for the Wii U. Mario Kart 8 looks beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. You'll have to go to Best Buy to play it yourself. Just...marvelous.

Maict: Magikarp is meant to be useless, that's the joke.

Sakya-Chan: Flapjack is a good show. If not the best show, let me tell you that right now.

Monolaymoo: It's not your fault, you don't do that...do you?

The Mocking J: Now all we need is a ship name, I'm thinking the "Riddler".

buslimpan: Luke is top tier cute. I often think about adopting some British kid and training him to be proper, but in this day and age he'll probably get called out for being a homosexual. That's too bad.

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Spoilers?: No.

Location: Layton's Study, London.

Timeline: After Curious Village, but before Unwound Future

Track Listened to While Writing: Searching for Clues from Professor Layton and the Unwound Future and the Miracle Mask.

Word Count: 260 words.


Tip NO. 037: Risque I

"Luke my boy...that is...ahem, something you'll have to discuss with your father..."


Layton's afternoon has so far amounted to nothing more than grading papers, a forced past time not too uncommon in his household. While Luke had seemed to take the news that their plans for the day were ruined, something inside him made him worry that this was not the case.

As the professor grades his papers, he has to think for a moment, pondering over whether or not he's been a good role-model throughout these years. While he has been lecturing Luke on what to do and what not to do, there are some things he refrains to instruct Luke about.

Thus, the result is a clueless boy in the area of serenading, a subject deemed not only too touchy for the professor to talk about, but also something considered too raunchy for Layton to go near in the first place.

After all, such risque subjects were only deeply contemplated by him in his teenage years, a self-taught person, so to speak. His rather aging parents were unknowing (or forgetting?) those types of things.

The boy is growing.

In his care.

It is inevitable.

Admittedly, Layton wasn't the kind of person that was receiving nibbles and pecks and bites on the neck when he was around twelve or thirteen or so, his apprentice still has a handful of years before it would even cross his mind, but the years until that point is evident. It's aproaching.

And today's generation is on fast pace, today: toys, tomorrow, who knows.

"Nevermind."

Just then, Layton receives a knock on the door.

"Professor?"

"Yes?"