#allayton

allayton tumblr is gone nooooooo *sniff

      First day of a new position was always a daunting time, especially when mysterious other coworkers were involved that you had never met, or even thought of meeting, until now. Wandering to the home of the back offices of all back offices, Constable Kharis Daemos shot her sight in all direction as she searched for a specific room. Mumbling impartial words to herself, she finally found the correct spot, and a confident smile spread about her face upon realizing her success. With her hand upon the doorknob, she hadn't even thought to knock beforehand. Whoever was behind this door knew she was coming, wasn't that right?

      ❝Uh, hello?❞ She called, entering the room without any further warning. Glancing around the room, she didn't immediately spot anyone of interest, although she did find a rather messy room. ❝... Am I early?❞ That thought had never occured to her. She, actually early to an appointment? It was rather shocking.

      Standing with her arms crossed in thought, she hummed in hesitance, wondering if she should even go further. It wasn't until she heard footsteps behind her that she finally turned around, facing the person who just arrived.

“Go, go!” Hilda urged her companion forward, a childish grin on her face.

Somewhere deep down she recognized that she wasn’t really herself right now. She wasn’t the type to pull a prank like that at a wedding or run away from the scene of the “crime,” especially not with Alfelf--Alefd--Inspector Layton.

Huh. What a weird name he had.She had never noticed calling him “Inspector” all the time. Who names their kid Alfendi anyway? 

“Quick, here!” Hilda almost tripped over her feet and all but slid into her newfound hiding spot beneath the windowsill, pulling her companion down with her.

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It was rare for Nina to find the time to do anything outside of her job for that day. When she put herself to something, be it arranging books, dusting shelves, or helping people find what they needed, she was never done. There was always a book that stuck out, fell over, dust that had settled somewhere.

Yet, somehow, Nina was bored. It was still early, so there were few visitors, none of which required any help, and with few visitors came little mess. Naturally, this meant she would jump at any opportunity to busy herself, or at the very least appear busy.

Her colleague at the front desk had stepped out, apparently, despite Bonnie already being absent, and when she passed the front desk Nina realized a man was waiting there. She had no idea what for, since he didn't have a book in hand to check out, but he was waiting alright.