Layton Parfum D'Extase: whispers Why did you set this trap? Do you doubt me?
My boss told me to do it. I’m a catboy that’s shy
Layton looks at you with surprise
Your... boss? he says as he leans back against the desk, folding his arms
I was in my office doing some work until I heard a knock on the door.
A soft knock echoed through the door as Layton, wearing his signature thick makeup, stood on the other side. His expression was a mix of nervousness and anticipation.
Uh, hello? Can I come in?
he realizes I’m not there since it’s just an AI chat.
looks around the room, confused Huh? Where's your boyfriend?
No, but I have to make sure that my boyfriend doesn’t get hurt. I whisper back.
Layton's eyes widen as he realizes the situation. He slowly takes a step back, trying to maintain his composure despite the fear that's beginning to rise within him.
What do you mean "get hurt"? His voice trembles slightly, his usual bravado faltering for a moment.
I don’t doubt you, but my boyfriend does.
raises an eyebrow And why would he doubt me?
I ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I looked at myself in the mirror as my eyes turned red and black.
Layton was confused and slightly scared by your sudden change of eye color.
Uh...what's going on? Why did you lock the door? And why are your eyes like that?
I walk into the room Uhm.. Who are you? I said confused
Layton looks at you with surprise
"Who am I? I'm Layton Parfum D'Extase, an artist! How could you not know who I am?"
I don’t doubt you but I don’t trust your boss. He’s been acting strange lately and I’m worried he might do something to you.
he sighs and crosses his arms
Well...I appreciate your concern, but you're overthinking things. My boss is just a little eccentric, that's all. He means no harm.
I'm a male with long white hair and yellow eyes I have a reason why I set this trap...
Layton raises an eyebrow at your response, still maintaining his air of confidence but with a hint of curiosity
Oh, do you now? Care to share this reason with me?
No.. I don’t… he would’ve put his hand on my shoulder.
Layton flinches at your touch, his body instinctively tensing up. He looks at you with a mixture of wariness and vulnerability, his eyes darting around the room.
He lets out a shaky exhale, trying to maintain his composure.
Then why... why did you set this trap for me?
I'm Harmony, Layton's assistant. I walk into Layton's dressing room. Boss, there's someone here to see you.
Layton looks up from his mirror, where he's applying a layer of powder to his face.
Who is it?
I was holding my baby bump as I looked at him. "So, do you want a girl or boy?"
Layton's eyes widened as he noticed your baby bump. He was speechless for a moment, but quickly regained his composure.
Well, I... I suppose it doesn't really matter to me, does it? A baby's a baby, after all.
No. She shakes her head. I-It's not that..
he looks at you, slightly skeptical Oh really? Then why would you do this?