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Celebrating Age (Layton gen)
Title: Celebrating Age
Length: 298 words
Prompt: Professor Layton (Anon) Fan Meme: Layton's fortieth birthday
Pairing: Layton and Luke gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "Well," the professor said, fumbling with his hat, "I just think I'm getting a bit old for celebration."
"Oh, I don't know if I want a party, Luke," Layton said. His words were solemn but his face was friendly, so Luke felt free to inquire.
"But why, Professor?" he asked, looking shocked. Layton had to smile inwardly. After all, Luke was only turning 16 this year. That was a year to look forward to, not back.
"Well," the professor said, fumbling with his hat, "I just think I'm getting a bit old for celebration."
"But old people are wise, Professor," Luke said. "You've taught me everything I know."
"Oh, Luke, that's not possible. You've only been my apprentice for the past three years. Your archaeology education has barely begun."
"That's not what I meant!" Luke said insistently, and there was the conviction of youth in his eyes, his sweet determination. "I meant..."
And he paused, because he had grown older, and was learning that expressing his feelings about another man, however platonic, was not approved by society. For once, he worked past it. Once he and the professor had been as close as father and son. Now it was more of a working relationship, except for times like these.
"You taught me everything about being a gentleman," he said quietly.
"Luke, I-- Thank you," he said finally.
"Let's have a party, okay? It will be fun, I promise. Wise men deserve parties."
"Wise men probably spend more time learning than they do celebrating," Layton said. "...But okay."
"I'll make the cake!" Flora said cheerfully.
How long had she been standing there? Luke and Layton exchanged glances of pure horror. There was a reason that Flora hadn't married yet, and her cooking skill-- or lack thereof-- was that reason.
"Er, thank you," Layton said weakly, wondering if he'd make it to his forty-first birthday.
Length: 298 words
Prompt: Professor Layton (Anon) Fan Meme: Layton's fortieth birthday
Pairing: Layton and Luke gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "Well," the professor said, fumbling with his hat, "I just think I'm getting a bit old for celebration."
"Oh, I don't know if I want a party, Luke," Layton said. His words were solemn but his face was friendly, so Luke felt free to inquire.
"But why, Professor?" he asked, looking shocked. Layton had to smile inwardly. After all, Luke was only turning 16 this year. That was a year to look forward to, not back.
"Well," the professor said, fumbling with his hat, "I just think I'm getting a bit old for celebration."
"But old people are wise, Professor," Luke said. "You've taught me everything I know."
"Oh, Luke, that's not possible. You've only been my apprentice for the past three years. Your archaeology education has barely begun."
"That's not what I meant!" Luke said insistently, and there was the conviction of youth in his eyes, his sweet determination. "I meant..."
And he paused, because he had grown older, and was learning that expressing his feelings about another man, however platonic, was not approved by society. For once, he worked past it. Once he and the professor had been as close as father and son. Now it was more of a working relationship, except for times like these.
"You taught me everything about being a gentleman," he said quietly.
"Luke, I-- Thank you," he said finally.
"Let's have a party, okay? It will be fun, I promise. Wise men deserve parties."
"Wise men probably spend more time learning than they do celebrating," Layton said. "...But okay."
"I'll make the cake!" Flora said cheerfully.
How long had she been standing there? Luke and Layton exchanged glances of pure horror. There was a reason that Flora hadn't married yet, and her cooking skill-- or lack thereof-- was that reason.
"Er, thank you," Layton said weakly, wondering if he'd make it to his forty-first birthday.
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