AN: The prompt for this was that there are two Lukes, and Layton and Flora are trying to tell them apart. I just couldn't help myself with this one. I don't own Layton. Thanks for reading!
Identical
"This is preposterous," Layton sighed, looking back and forth between the two young men standing in front of him. He put one hand to his forehead beneath his hat brim; he strongly suspected that one of them was Don Paolo in disguise, but the imitation was incredibly good. "All right, one more time. Which one of you is the real Luke?"
The two boys, both clad in an older version of Luke's favored blue jacket and cap, immediately raised their hands. "I am Spartacus! Err, I mean, I'm the real Luke!" they both chimed (more or less).
Layton resisted the urge to facepalm. "Good heavens…"
"Professor?" Flora said softly, stepping up behind him. She put a reassuring hand on his arm and offered a small smile, her cheeks coloring prettily. "Would it be all right if I tried to tell them apart?"
"If you think you can, my dear, then be my guest," he nodded and gestured for her to proceed.
"Thank you." She stepped past him and walked up to the two young men. First, she inspected them both closely, scrutinizing their faces with great care and attention. Then she moved in a slow circle around them, still engaged in her in-depth study of them both.
And finally, she grabbed them each, one at a time, and gave them a kiss on the cheek.
The one on the right gaped at her.
The one on the left flushed a bright crimson, stammered a few syllables, and fell over sideways.
Flora smiled and turned back to the stunned Professor Layton. "That," she pointed to the young man now sprawled on the ground, wide-eyed and mumbling, "is the real Luke."