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mrs-triton:

Ah, Mr Redole! The pleasure is all mine.

*Brenda smiles at Sharon’s husband*

I already spoke to you wife, Mrs Sharon. I’m afraid she didn’t mention much about you, but I still looked forward to our meeting.

Henry stiffened after hearing Sharon's name. He knew Brenda Triton. Aside from being the wife of Clark Triton, he didn't know anything else. "... Likewise," He replied with a frown, followed by a curt nod.

He chose not to pry any further.

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A small acknowledging bow, and a smile. "A pleasure to meet you." He greets them quietly. As the head of the town, he is expected to be a strict leader. Nonetheless, Henry never forgets his manners.

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your hot

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I like your goatee

... Henry unconsciously stroked his chin with his eyes casted downwards.

A few seconds later, he took his hand away. He felt a little awkward.

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sharoaredole:

[Feeling his strong hands around her arm reassures Sharoa considerably.  Finally standing completely upon her own two feet, her dark brown eyes directly meet Henry’s large blue ones. She allows a small smile to unfurl across her features to reassure him, even though its not entirely genuine given recent circumstances.]  …I’m going to write Hershel, Henry.  Ask him for help.  We’ll all work together and stop this—stop everything, okay?  I promise.

[Suddenly averting her gaze to the floor, Sharoa’s smile becomes a little more wry.  She doubts he’s actually going to follow through with what she’s about to advise, but she still feels the need to say it.]  So, please….  Take it easy.  Don’t get too stressed out.

"Layton..." It took him a moment to understand her words. She was going to call Layton for help. Now that was an old name he hasn't heard of in such a while. He had heard of him all over the news recently. If Henry wasn't too busy with Montdol and locating his friend's whereabouts, he would check the morning paper. There he was, front cover-- discovery of Ambrosia, Mist Haley, lots and lots of events.

Without a word, he slowly lets go of Sharoa and nodded solemnly. "Yes, and I will." He said. Henry knew they needed to get as much help as they can. He only hoped things would end well for everyone. "... As I've said, I'll be staying in the inn for a while. Let me know if ever Layton has arrived."

He walked back a little to give her some space. A slight pause and a weary smile. "If there's nothing else, I'll leave now." He brought his arm up to his chest, "Good night."

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Your wife is hot. Don't mind if I bang!

"...I don't comprehend." Henry replied quietly,

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delitt:

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sharoaredole:

[It doesn’t ground her.  A second after Henry leaves the area, Sharoa falls to her knees. The Masked Gentleman had done it.  He’d really kept his word about the “justice” he would unleash upon Montdol.  All of those people who had been affected—turned to stone, flown away, transmogrified into horses, attacked by paintings, deserted by their loved ones through no choice of their own…  What were they feeling right now?  Thinking about it overwhelms her.

Somehow in the midst of this, Sharoa remembers that she had needed to say something else important to her husband.  She calls out loudly enough for him to hear while she stumbles back to her feet.]

Henry!  Please don’t go!  I have one thing left to say!

"What-" Henry turns around and cuts off his sentence. A little surprised to see Sharoa on her knees, his eyes widen. Without a word, he pushes his pain away and rushes towards her. Is she alright? He didn't know what to say. All he did do is hold onto her for support, "Sharoa...!" Henry listens to her.

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sharoaredole:

All of that…happened tonight…?  [Watching her husband with wide eyes, Sharoa can do nothing but stand there, frozen in place.  The enormous amounts of noise and screaming and other signs of mayhem that she had seen from so far off…was because of all that?  How was he even able to do those things?  Shouldn’t they not even be capable of happening?!

And yet, she knows Henry would never lie to her, especially about something like this.  Suddenly overwhelmed by the fact that the instigator of this trouble had actually been close enough to knock on her window a few short hours ago, Sharoa finds it a little hard to breathe.  If Henry were to look at her, he would probably see her visibly shaking.  She clutches her pendant with both hands, hoping that the action will somehow ground her.] 

………

Henry nods as a response. Tomorrow will be another busy day for him. He didn't even want to think how many case files they'd have to make- and all the people he'll need to interrogate regarding any details. A visit to the main street will be first on the list- but for now, he wanted a rest. The ticking sound of the grandfather clock is irking him. A little restless, he speaks a little faster.

"It would be best if you'd rest, Sharoa. I'll be in the bathroom for a while." His throat feels a little sore from all the yelling. He ignores this. He stands up from his seat and gives a bow. With a short glance, he walks out of the living room and proceeds to the stairs.

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sharoaredole:

You…You did?  Are you all ri—  [Suddenly realizing the utter stupidity of such a question—of course he wasn’t all right—Sharoa chops herself off from her unconditional concern and tries her best to fully absorb the rest of her husband’s words.]

…I’m glad to hear that you’ve taken care of things as best you can.  But that…that still doesn’t answer my question.  What happened, Henry?  [Missing victims?  Statues?  What exactly has he done?  She recalls that the Masked Gentleman had had an extensive statue collection in his personal garden, but those couldn’t be what Henry was talking about, could it?]

Henry sits down and replies quietly, "I'm not sure myself." His eyes cast down on the table before him. "... He did things that shouldn't be possible." He grits his teeth after thinking of that man who caused so much chaos in one night.

He brings a hand on his sweaty forehead. He was too busy looking for the masked man and helping the crowd but he tries his best to remember. "People were levitating, characters from the paintings in the museum were attacking people, horses appeared out of nowhere and made a stampede, people turned into statues- I don't know," He briefly ends his explanation. Henry didn't even know if he was sane anymore.

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professorlaytonmusic:

“Theme Of The Mask of Miracle” By Tomohito Nishiura  Professor Layton And The Mask of Miracle

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“What does it matter to you?” He retorts, forgetting his manners. This isn’t like him. He kneads his nose bridge. This stressful situation is getting him all edgy. He corrects himself, “… My apologies. I’m rather busy right now- perhaps another time.”

#are you sure its just the stressful situation? #not the loss of swag points or frustration?

Yes, it's stress. It's all because of that masked man. :|

Have you ever made love to your wife? Or anyone else? Now that's not vague.

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sharoaredole:

[Sharoa’s brows furrow slightly at the brevity of his answer.  Did he really think that’s all she desired to know?]  That’s not what I meant, and you know it.

[Eyes continuing to take in the details of his weariness, Sharoa’s expression drops and takes on an almost apologetic sheen.]  …I heard and saw all the commotion from my window.  Please tell me.  What happened, Henry?

Henry bites the bottom of his lip. After a brief pause, he replies honestly. "I chased him." He isn't sure if he should add any more details but this was the truth. Henry closes his eyes for a moment, feeling more relaxed. His tone remains calm, "... We've also escorted everyone to a safe area. We're still looking for the missing victims. All the statues have been put in the police department for further investigation."

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Have you ever made love to your wife? Or anyone else?Now that's not vague.

"Why does it matter to you?" He retorts, forgetting his manners. This isn't like him. He kneads his nose bridge. This stressful situation is getting him all edgy. He corrects himself, "... My apologies. I'm rather busy right now- perhaps another time."