“Lucaaaas... Luuuuuu~cas...,” voice in a singsong, almost like a wife waking up his husband kind of tone, Barry pokes his sleeping best friend’s cheeks. Barry almost preferred Lucas in this state, where the nerd-in-a-hat wasn’t talking his ears off about how, ‘Professor Kukui is SO cool, I can’t wait to meet him and discuss SCIENCE-’, or other subjects Barry never had the patience to understand in detail, but listening to his friend talk with such excitement in his eyes- guess it was worth it.
When his touch doesn’t resurrect the sleeping mass, he leans back and-
“LUK! WE’RE HERE AND PROFESSOR KUCK IS WAITING FOR YOUUU!” Before Lucas could possibly recover and beat him up, Barry hauls most of their travel bags and makes a run for it.
He waits not too patiently outside the airplane, the hot Alolan air already made him sweat bullets and his tank-top stuck to his sides. Both eyebrows raised high in the air and dropped just as quickly, making a pair of orange aviator sunglasses fall perfectly onto his nose before laughing.
“So sleeping beauty finally woke up, come on come on- soak up the sun, Lukie and let’s get going!” A growling could be heard. Barry looks down. Then looks back up, a sheepish grin on his face. “But first, grub! I heard they got something called, mala-salads and it’s a must eat.”
