Quick! To The Lucas-mobile! || Lucas / Clair
Clair wasn’t in a good mood.
Usually, it would be her Gym trainers who provoked her hostile attitude. Other times it was her crazed Blackthorn fans and admirers. Most of the time, however, it was her grandfather’s obsession with her procreating. This time was different: she had been out in Unova with her baby dragons: Gible and Nero, the Deino. Gible had dared Nero into a biting contest, and the two’s competition had escalated quickly while Clair’s back was turned, ending up with Gible hurting herself and Nero ramming into his trainer’s leg. Since her Deino had been out of his Pokeball for longer, the Dragon Master chose to keep Gible out and by her side.
She tapped her foot in frustration. Clair had taken the long trek from the desert and was covered head to toe in sand. The fine particles crept into her cape, into her jumpsuit, and all over her small bag. Gible looked up at her trainer, the thick, heavy cape in her powerful maw, saliva dripping down her mouth. Clair rolled her eyes and uncrossed her arms.
Taxis zoomed by and ignored her attempts to call one down. Fed up, she brought her hands to her mouth and let out a sharp whistle, almost bursting the eardrum of a passerby, who gave her a dirty look. The busted, faded yellow cab pulled up by the curb as Clair gave the man a glare before getting in, Gible scrambling after her.
“Hi! Welcome to the Lucas-Mobile!”
Great. This young man was one of those chipper types. The small, pudgy dragon hopped into her lap and cuddled into her lap and nuzzled into her chest. Clair put a hand on the dragon’s rough scales before addressing the driver with a scowl, “Take me to out of this city. Across Sky Arrow Bridge. Get me out.”
Lucas wasn't exactly sure how he felt about the woman that entered his car. For starters, she gave Lucas this nasty look as he pulled in next to her. Secondly, she had a cape. Now, Lucas really didn't like to judge people by the way the look, but its not everyday you see a woman wearing a cape. She also had a short, chubby little Gible, which sat in her lap.
He gigged to himself as she entered the taxi and slammed the door close. "Take me out of this city. Across Sky Arrow Bridge. Get me out."
Her voice were as sharp as nails. They sent shivers down his spine, and all across his body. Lucas looked through the rear-view mirror, and watched the woman pet the Gible. From what he saw, she looked like a nice person.
Without any movements from the woman, Lucas could just feel her gaze slowly suffocating him, as if her hands were around his throat. He gave an empty smile, and slowly pressed on the gas.
They drove in silence for about three blocks, stopping only once at a red light. It was only three block, but Lucas felt like it was an eternity. The silence slowly drove him to the brink of insanity, when the radio turned itself on. It made Lucas jump.
"~I said what, what, in my butt. I said what what, in my bu-~" Lucas quickly turned off the radio, and clasped his mouth.
"Mmmfmmfmmfmm," Lucas removed his hand, and clenched the wheel tighter. "I-I'm really sorry, ma'am. I'm n-not really sure h-how that happened..."
Lucas risked his life, and glanced in the rear-view mirror. He looked at the woman and the Gible, and tried to keep his soul from escaping from his body.