No. 00X - The Fourth Wall

[reminded]

[There sure is a lot of excitement this morning. After getting a vague grip on the situation by talking to some of the wingless newcomers, Layton decides to take a stroll around the village, trunk in hand, and observe. Something very unusual is happening, and there's no point in missing it by staying indoors.

Occasionally, he takes a seat on a bench or at a table and scribbles notes into his journal. Or puzzles into his puzzle index. Because no matter how much hubbub there is, you can never stop the puzzles.]

Comments

[reminded]

[a very squirrely kind of religion to be sure

Layton breaks into a wide smile. It's a whole new story to have a wolf solving his puzzles.]

Precisely so! How delightful. I wish I could reward you, but I wouldn't be sure how.

[brushworkmother]

[badum tish

Ammy perks up, tail wagging. Hmm, a reward? Well, he could always feed her. For now, though, she'll settle for pets, pushing her head against his hand.]

[reminded]

[Well that, he can do. He obliges and gives her head a firm and thorough petting. Good job, Ammy. You are the good girl. It is you.]

[brushworkmother]

[yessss all the pettings for her

she will now claim Layton's lap so that he can pet her better]

[reminded]

[What a sweet animal. Layton gives her a couple scratches behind the ear before going on to give her side a rub.]

Curious. You're remarkably well-mannered, yet you don't appear to be a pet. Is that right?

[brushworkmother]

[yes good keep doing that

…well there is the occasional barging in on people and knocking down the walls of their rooms but it was in the name of a greater cause! And otherwise she behaves perfectly well which is definitely what counts. She whuffs amicably, tail thumping against his leg.]

[reminded]

[ok he will keep doing that

Luke probably would enjoy having a pet in the house, and so might Maiza. Czeslaw... maybe. But it isn't very fair to have an animal as big as this one cramped up in a flat as small as theirs. On the fifth floor. Alas.

His rubbing gets increasingly absent as he becomes lost in thought.]

[brushworkmother]

[excellent

Aside from the part where he's becoming more absent-minded about it. She lifts her head with a soft whine, giving him a look. What's on his mind?]

[reminded]

[just thinking about how he could justify kidnapping you, no bigs

He gives her head a few reassuring scratches before returning to his side-petting duties with renewed attention, switching to the other side.]

Do you have a name?

[brushworkmother]

[he gives good scratches

what more justification do you need

She whuffs, tail picking up again, but not too quickly- now that he's mentioned it, she's wondering how to tell him her name. Writing it, maybe? She pushes herself to sit up, dabbing a dot of ink on the table.]

[reminded]

[...

WHERE DID THAT COME FROM.]

[brushworkmother]

[GOOD QUESTION

certainly not the wolf on his lap, who's grinning at his reaction

and slowly beginning to draw 天 next to it]