Morty continued to nibble on his stick but nearly chocked on it when Clair suddenly scooted closer to his side and pulled out a Pocky in the same process. She sat back comfortably, taking a small bite with a contemplation sort of look on her face. The blonde merely eyed her quietly, waiting for some sort of response as he had none at the moment. He was currently relishing in the moment of being in the presence of wonderful company and a delicious treat.
“Say,” Clair spoke which redirected his focus back on her. “I feel as if I’ve seen these before – in a magazine, or something. It was an article about some sort of tradition these can be used for…” Morty paused slightly as her words also triggered some bits and pieces of trivia that was once buried deep within his mind. It took a few seconds but he had finally reached a conclusion at the same time as Clair’s stuttered, ”…O-Oh!”
The two sat, facing each other with fingers intertwined. It was as if the heat had been turned up high, the blue-haired beauty beginning to sweat slightly from the awkward angle she was getting.
She could feel his cool breath brushing against her lips; for a second, Clair figured a pinch was necessary to break her from this new found fantasy. Up this close, Morty was undeniably the most attractive man she’d ever been as intimate with, at least in such a pure-hearted way. Before, from what few encounters with men she had, none were as innocently interested in the woman hidden behind the pretty features or gung-ho attitude. Whatever Morty was bringing out from within truly felt alien, yet in the most pleasing of ways.
What could she possibly have done to deserve his affections?
It was almost too good to be true.
“It’s an easy ride from here on out.”
"Easy ride?" retorted Barry with a familiar spark of energy in his eyes. "I’m just getting warmed up!"
However, as Clair confidently took to the mountains decline, the blond realized that the Gym Leader was, in fact, telling the truth. Sentret ran up the sides of trees over fluttering Butterfree to get a glimpse at the mysterious couple as Barry clambered down the mountain behind his “date”.
“Wow…" the trainer breathed, for once stunned speechless by the beauty surrounding Clair’s secret location. A sparkling river ran alongside the pristine dirt path that the two had been walking along, and the trees and grasses were alive with chirping Pidgey and chattering Bellsprout and Oddish. It was a Pokemon paradise…and in the middle of this haven, there was Clair’s cabin, built from sturdy oak and seeming to blend in with its surroundings like some sort of square tree.
Watching the boy gush with wonder, Clair held a hand to her mouth, giggling. “Yes, I did help in building it, but it was more of a project between myself and the other Dragon Tamers.” She reminisced, thinking back to her childhood, when she and several others were instructed to build the cabin. In that strange sort of workshop, Clair was given the task of not fighting against an opponent, but working alongside them. “It was actually a lot of fun. I was pretty tough, even as a 9 year old.”
There he stood, the beginnings of a cold-sweat coursed through him as he desperately waited for the girl to reply. She looked a little bothered by his intrustion.
She watches as the man gets comfortable across from where she is sitting; in all honesty, Clair wasn’t expecting any company, and yet here it is. Sighing, she takes a few bites, avoiding any and all eye contact while trying her best to look uninterested in his conversation.
"I’ve picked it up as a little side thing since being the Sunyshore Gym Leader has gotten to be very boring."
Another morning, another day to find something to keep himself occupied until the next morning, then he could look for something else to do until that day ended. With a long sigh Volkner couldn’t urge himself out of his bed, he wasn’t lazy or anything it was just… all the luster life had held for him had simply vanished.
Dutiful as ever, it wasn’t until Blackthorn had hit a trainer drought that Clair decided her interests needed a rekindling. Off she went, throughout Kanto and Hoenn and Unova, following her wanderer’s spirit, this time indulging in leisure, and leaving the battling behind.
It proved to be a wonderful change of pace. Over the course of a week or so, she’d seen and done a lot of various activities; from attending her first baking class, a cape-fitting, a visit to a spa, and even checking out a club. The Blackthorn native hadn’t ever seen anything of the sort; music was pumping louder and lights flashed brighter than even in the most heated of Tournament arenas. People, carefree, grinding along with one another, personal space being a thing of the past. Clair was a bit of a secret lover of electronic music, but being immersed in it in such a setting was another story.