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Professor Layton | But Still, He Loves Me | Chapter 21: Urban
Summary: Crow acts awfully different in the winter, and Luke notices... Though he chooses not to ask himself why he cares so deeply about Crow’s happiness.
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Even though Luke didn’t usually like to make it obvious they were a couple in public, he still let Crow hold onto his hand, just so they wouldn’t get separated; especially because this was Crow’s first time in a big city like London. Luke had been invited to investigate a case and, for the first time, he was actually able to invite Crow along with him. Crow had originally grimaced at the idea of going to a big, busy city... But his attitude took a 180 once he actually arrived in London.
They had been there for only a few hours, and Crow had been basically darting around the street corner the whole time, looking at things that he didn’t really see often in the smaller towns he grew up in. Luke had grown up in London the first few years of his life before moving to Misthallery, so he found himself charmed by Crow’s antics; fawning over things he was familiar with. At this point, they had already gone to many different shops, and Crow now had multiple new books, trinkets, and games, as well as a blueberry ice-cream cone that he held in his free hand.
Luke turned around, and smiled at Crow licking at his frozen treat like he had never tasted anything that delicious. “Having fun?”
Crow took a break from his food, to talk, his eyes glowing with enthusiasm. “Yeah!! There’s a cool shop ‘round every corner! I’ve never even seen a place that sold exclusively sweet stuff before!! There’s loads of stuff to do! I thought everything would be gray and boring.”
Luke chuckled. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, but we’re going to need money to pay for our hotel, and buy food. You can’t spend it all in our first few minutes.”
Crow waved his ice-cream slightly, making sure not to drop it. “This counts as food!”
“You shouldn’t even be having that! You’re lactose intolerant!”
Crow shrugged. “I will stare God in the eyes and drink a whole gallon of milk, for I fear nothing,” he replied, without a hint of irony in his tone, before going back to eating his treat. Luke grimaced to himself. He was going to have to hear Crow whine about his stomach hurting later.
“I’ll lay off until we get to our hotel,” Crow announced, after a few bites, before quickly pointing to a small, quaint shop. “After we go there.”
Luke tried to give Crow a frustrated look, but his smile ruined it. (It was so nice to see Crow enthused about something, when it was Luke usually dragging him around like this... Usually in plushie stores.) “You don’t even know what they’re selling there, doofus.”
“Yeah, but it looks cool,” Crow shot back, before suddenly speeding up, so he was ahead of Luke and tugging on his hand. “Come on! I’ll buy you something and we’ll go to the hotel straight after!”
“That’s what you said about the ice-cream shop,” Luke teased, but allowed himself to be pulled along by Crow, anyways. Even if they were spending a bit, it was still worth it to see Crow so excited to visit his hometown.
The small lactose intolerant exchange is based on a conversation between my friend and I. (I was Crow, my friend was Luke.)
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Even though Luke didn’t usually like to make it obvious they were a couple in public, he still let Crow hold onto his hand, just so they wouldn’t get separated; especially because this was Crow’s first time in a big city like London. Luke had been invited to investigate a case and, for the first time, he was actually able to invite Crow along with him. Crow had originally grimaced at the idea of going to a big, busy city... But his attitude took a 180 once he actually arrived in London.
They had been there for only a few hours, and Crow had been basically darting around the street corner the whole time, looking at things that he didn’t really see often in the smaller towns he grew up in. Luke had grown up in London the first few years of his life before moving to Misthallery, so he found himself charmed by Crow’s antics; fawning over things he was familiar with. At this point, they had already gone to many different shops, and Crow now had multiple new books, trinkets, and games, as well as a blueberry ice-cream cone that he held in his free hand.
Luke turned around, and smiled at Crow licking at his frozen treat like he had never tasted anything that delicious. “Having fun?”
Crow took a break from his food, to talk, his eyes glowing with enthusiasm. “Yeah!! There’s a cool shop ‘round every corner! I’ve never even seen a place that sold exclusively sweet stuff before!! There’s loads of stuff to do! I thought everything would be gray and boring.”
Luke chuckled. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, but we’re going to need money to pay for our hotel, and buy food. You can’t spend it all in our first few minutes.”
Crow waved his ice-cream slightly, making sure not to drop it. “This counts as food!”
“You shouldn’t even be having that! You’re lactose intolerant!”
Crow shrugged. “I will stare God in the eyes and drink a whole gallon of milk, for I fear nothing,” he replied, without a hint of irony in his tone, before going back to eating his treat. Luke grimaced to himself. He was going to have to hear Crow whine about his stomach hurting later.
“I’ll lay off until we get to our hotel,” Crow announced, after a few bites, before quickly pointing to a small, quaint shop. “After we go there.”
Luke tried to give Crow a frustrated look, but his smile ruined it. (It was so nice to see Crow enthused about something, when it was Luke usually dragging him around like this... Usually in plushie stores.) “You don’t even know what they’re selling there, doofus.”
“Yeah, but it looks cool,” Crow shot back, before suddenly speeding up, so he was ahead of Luke and tugging on his hand. “Come on! I’ll buy you something and we’ll go to the hotel straight after!”
“That’s what you said about the ice-cream shop,” Luke teased, but allowed himself to be pulled along by Crow, anyways. Even if they were spending a bit, it was still worth it to see Crow so excited to visit his hometown.
The small lactose intolerant exchange is based on a conversation between my friend and I. (I was Crow, my friend was Luke.)