Fandom: Professor Layton
Word Count: 270
Disclaimer: I don't own Professor Layton. Or his top-hat of awesome.
Teaser: Two Lukes, and they both want the Professor's attention. For artrica.
Strange things were happening in the world of Professor Layton.
At first he wrote it off as boys being boys or some such thing. One would clean the house and beam at the praise. The other cooked a marvelous dinner and was positively glowing when given a compliment. It was actually quite pleasant, and they were doing him any number of favors along the way.
But after a while it became increasingly difficult to ignore the odd behavior of the two Lukes, both elder and younger, and he finally had to put a stop to it.
“All right, that’s enough. Both of you!” Layton thundered from where he stood in the middle of the study, arms crossed, his ever-present top-hat making him look taller than he actually was. At his words, both Lukes froze in place, poised in mid-action; they both gave him looks that were a bit guilty as they awaited his next words.
“I don’t know what you two are trying to accomplish, but this has gone far enough,” he said sternly, turning first to the older of the two. “Luke, my boy, you will clean up the broken plates. I don’t know why you wanted to spin them on sticks like that, but please get the ceramic off the floor.”
“Yessir…” the elder Luke said meekly, moving to obey.
“And you, Luke, my…err, other boy,” Layton turned a measuring eye on his actual apprentice. “I do not know how you got this ramp in here in the first place, but you will turn off the motorcycle and extinguish the burning hoops immediately, and remove it all.”