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Lucian cradled the fussing Gible in his arms. It had been about a week now since Cynthia had dumped about twenty Gible in his spare library in the eastern wing of the League's living quarters, and as expected, it was a nightmare. Twenty screaming, boisterous Gible, all eager to play and rip up whatever their little teeth and hands could reach. Already some of his favorite novels were ripped up to shreds. (An angry phone call to Cynthia did not assure him that they would be immediately replaced, either.) If he kept these pokemon in his library any longer, his beautiful, spare library might end up being utterly destroyed.
And Cynthia would pay. Sometimes he thought that, like the Gible, she was just itching for a fight.
This Gible he held was the worst, or at least he dubbed it as the worst at first. He was very clingy, following Lucian wherever he went within the building, and whenever they were in close contact, the Gible loved to chew on his hair. His long, well-maintained hair was now a pokemon's chew toy. For the first few days, Lucian tried everything to make the Gible stop – water bottles, playpens, and firm language – but nothing worked. There was also the matter of if Lucian left him alone too long, he would start screaming incessantly until he picked it up and consoled him, something that was learned quickly after the first night.
But he found that this little buddy wasn't bad at all. He left Lucian's books alone, settling only for his hair and one of the little seat cushions that was against his rocking chair. As long as he kept away from the books, that made this Gible an angel.
So now they rocked, and instead of his hair, Gible gently gnawed on Lucian's suit sleeve instead. Lucian wasn't too worried about it, since he'd make Cynthia pay him back every cent eventually…but then there she was, stumbling into his library and tracking mud behind her. Typical. Shifting himself straight in his seat, he pressed against his glasses and raised an eyebrow at her. "It looks like you started the party without them?" he asked, gesturing his head to the other Gible, who all began to run towards her.
She was wearing a pair of mud-stained overalls and some tennis shoes that were soaked in mud. It hadn't even rained for several days. But there she was a mess, like often, grinning as wide as her little friends. "Yeah. Heh," she chuckled awkwardly, scratching her head. "Yeah. Made some mud puddles for these little angels. Thought they could use some fresh air. Wanna join us?"
"Not unless you're planning to clean my floor right now."
Cynthia rolled her eyes. "It's just a floor, Lucy. Live a little."
"Diantha wouldn't allow mud all over her floor, would she?"
"Well…no. She'd be kinda mad…but she'd understand! Damn!" The woman puffed her cheeks and opened the door from whence she came. "Fine. I'm gonna find Flint, and we're gonna have so much fun without you! You'll see!"
"Right. Well, I'm gonna read The Castelia City Times. Don't expect me to clean up after you two, either."
"Who said anything about cleaning up?"
They stared at each other in silence. Gible wiggled under Lucian's arms, and he gently set him down on the floor, where he toddled over to the rest. Finally Cynthia broke the gaze, raising a fist above her head. "Well, this has been an awkward convo, so I'm gonna head out. Adventure, my sons!"
She ran out, the Gible following after her like a Tauros stampede. The last one was Lucian's buddy, who stopped and looked at him with wide, teary eyes. Lucian shook his head, grabbing the nearest newspaper to him and holding it up by his side. "Gonna read. You go have fun."
"Gi-Gible…"
Gible went back to him and grabbed at his pants. Sighing, Lucian smiled at him and patted his head. "I'm not much for…for whatever Cynthia does. She likes doing a lot of what you guys do. So go ahead. You'll have fun with her."
"Gible Gible!"
He jumped onto Lucian's lap and chomped at a lock of his hair, flailing happily. The man just shook his head and slumped in his chair. It looked like he had just officialy usurped one of Cynthia's sons.
It looked like a victory to him.
(Original notes: nothing relevant)
Originally written January 5th, 2016. When I began the year, I told myself I'd write more. And I guess I've written more than last year. But it's not enough. Never enough. I need to write more with Sinnoh characters in general, though.
