Fandom: Professor Layton
Word Count: 242
Disclaimer: I don't own Professor Layton. Or his top-hat of awesome.
Teaser: It was really hard NOT to stare at the strange...dance? Written for a prompt on the Professor Layton fanworks meme.
He didn't mean to, really, and he knew from the Professor's lessons that staring was rude and relatively ungentlemanly, but this was one of those situations where he just could not help it. Every attempt to drag his eyes away resulted in his gaze coming full circle to end up right back on the interesting-looking girl on the other side of the street.
As though on cue, the good Professor appeared behind him with the grocery bag cradled safely in one arm. "Luke, my boy, it is not polite to gawk. Especially at a lady."
"B-but Professor..." Luke said, pointing. "What is she doing?"
Layton chuckled and looked up. "Well, she seems to be...err..."
The girl in question seemed to be dancing (and making a public spectacle of herself in the process). She was bouncing her hips back and forth, from side to side, with a very quick rhythm. And she had her hands up by her head, and was...flapping them, somehow? And even more peculiar was the music that accompanied her dancing. Layton could only pick one word out, but he was sure he misheard, because it sounded like "caramel dancing."
How in blazes could a sweet, sticky confectionary dance?
"...Professor?" Luke piped up again, more curious than ever.
Professor Layton started to open his mouth...and then closed it again. No, there were some things in this world that even he couldn't find a puzzle to match.