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Where Skills do not LieAs long as there have been functioning families involving working parents, there has been an air of the parents trying to navigate their lives around making sure their children are exactly where they need to be, when they need to be there. With the pressure being doubled if there is only one parent to care for said children as opposed to two.
Layton assumed that parents mould their routines around their children naturally over time, since they have the whole of the child's life to adjust to it. It is rather different if you have never been a father before, only to suddenly find a young teenage girl living with you and having to shape what you do around her. Which was what his current situation with Flora was like.
It was entirely different to his experience looking after Luke. Luke was never Layton's son, he was the son of a friend, who Layton more than frequently cared for, but couldn't replace Clark as being the boy's father. It was no lie that Luke was often with him, but he treated
Honorary Perks"And this is the super secret tunnel that leads down to where we do all of our black market dealings."
"No it isn't, Socket!"
"Yes it is, Wren! What else could it possibly be if it's not a tunnel?"
"Well, it is a tunnel that leads to our base, sure, but now that you've told Tony about it we can hardly call it a secret anymore."
"Tony's an honorary member now, so it's okay. Besides, it's still a secret from most of Misthallery anyway."
"Except for all of us, our customers, Professor Layton, Luke, Miss Altava-"
"Guys, its okay," Tony cut in, before the siblings could argue any further, "I just want to see more of your Black Raven stuff."
The two of them exchanged uncertain glances.
"Um," Wren started, "I'm not sure you should go down their exactly. I mean, we can show you all the other cool Black Raven places around the market, but down there is sort of eh like our inner sanctum. Only fully qualified members and customers get to go down there."
"Oh, if you say so " Tony
Corrupt on the Inside"You shouldn't be here, Prime Minister."
"Who are you to tell the Prime Minister where he should be?"
Fair enough, good point. Chelmey was more than happy for an excuse to vacate this location anyway. He was a good inspector, very dedicated to his job, but this whole case had given him the creeps and he wanted little more to do with it. The Misthallery incident that been mostly relayed to him through second-hand information. It had been Grosky's case, with him picking up the pieces that were brought back and shoving them in prison cells.
One particularly large piece of the puzzle was Levin Jakes, the former chief of police from Misthallery. Chelmey was disgusted to think that a man who was supposed to stand for authority had been corrupt enough to do dodgy dealings with a a criminal like this Descole fellow. But the evidence was stacked against Jakes, leading to his current imprisonment.
Apparently there had been a special request to keep as much of the incident quiet as possible
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
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