the 'Evil League of Evil'

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there are 20 messeges in my inbox what

Anton what dare you talkin bout boy

herculeantask:

laytonkyouju:

canestabs dimitri„„

#YOU TOOK MY WOMAN NOW I TAKE YO LYFE

I haven’t done anything, Hershel!

Then care to explain why shes at the doorstep of my mansion

about to confess her love intrest in you

to me„„

canestabs dimitri„„

siesta-410:

omg we are the cutest i can’t hold all these emotions

pog have i mentioned how much i love you yet or

(Source: pheletone)

thefolliesofclairefolly:

laytonkyouju:

ooc CASUALLY SCREAMS AT HOW LOVELY THIS IS

BABY WE’RE MATCHING

I LOVE YOU POG

FOREVER

OKAY

O-OH MY GOD

ooc CASUALLY SCREAMS AT HOW LOVELY THIS IS

professor-albert-bridge:

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I know Im not very talented… “]]

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laytonkyouju started following you

professor—layton:

[What’s this?]

….

Who are you exactly..?

Oh look, another alternate version of himself.

“I would have to ask the same to you.”

laytonkyouju started following you

bespectacled-gentleman:

(Clarence was in a wonderfully giddy mood at the moment - humming to himself and seeming to literately bound along his busy way, face fairly flushed and a large grin on his face: given what had happened earlier today, none could blame him for being in a good mood. In such good terms as he was, he suddenly tripped and fell due to not watching where he was stepping, biting back a few choice words he knew at realizing his glasses had skittered off his face in the fall. He could see without them, just…not very well, he thankfully finding them again and placing them back on - to see a very proper-looking fellow indeed nearby.

Oh. Had he seen that…rather ungraceful fall? Dusting himself off and standing up, the scientist greeted the…oddly familiar-seeming man politely, stating:)

Hello there. A wonderful day today, is it not? Of course, it would be even more wonderful if I had watched where I was going a bit more, but that’s neither here nor there.

A pleasure to meet you, sir…?

Hearing the thud behind him, Layton turned to see the man standing up. He looked strangely familiar, almost like Claire, except for the hair on his chin. Nonetheless, he adjusted his hat, greeting him with an inquiring tone.

“… A pleasure to meet you aswell.”