"...and make a final right turn, then we're here!"
With that final turn the two came face to face with a huge three-story house. It was surrounded by perfectly cut blankets of healthy green grass that had several flower beds filled with red and white roses. There was a rather elegant fountain that sat in front of the house. Flaky slowed down as they rode towards it, the relaxing sound of the crystal-clear water clashing into the fountain soothed her. The porcupine stopped a few metres away from the house and waited for Lammy to remove herself from the bike.
The lamb did, and quickly rushed towards her front door and looked back at Flaky, "Come on in!" that said, the red female gave a simple nod, and tugged the keys out of the bike before following Lammy into her house.
Flaky was astonished as she caught a full glimpse of the inside of the house, but it was hardly that surprising as she saw the outside image of the house. Lammy told Flaky to wait whilst she went to find her parents, and gracefully tiptoed up the tall winding stairs - her footsteps only just managed to echo in the wide open room. Flaky shrugged and curiously looked around as she patiently waited for her to return.
A few minutes later several footsteps were heard making their way back down the stairs. In one quick motion, Flaky straightened up and stood tall in an attempt to look decent. But, thinking twice about it, since when does a stranger in a biker's suit appear descent to anyone?
Lammy smiled at Flaky, who was beginning to grow nervous as she glanced at Lammy's father, he was definitely muscular just by looking at the size of his dark suit. The large, well-built, dark green bear eyed Flaky with suspicion, only causing her to try and entirely avoid eye contact. On the other hand, Lammy's mother looked a lot more calm and welcoming. She held looks similar to Lammy's, although her fur was darker. She was wearing a pretty, floral dress that stopped just under her knees, and her short, curly, white hair only just managed to rest on her thinly defined shoulders.
"Mom, dad, this is Flaky," Lammy introduced to them. Flaky then shook her mother's outstretched hand with a warm smile. She then turned to face Lammy's father and hesitantly shook his larger hand. He seemed content, until Lammy said the wrong thing in front of him, "she gave me a ride home from the mall on her motorbike!"
His rough face slowly turned from blank to angered, and his grip on Flaky's hand began to tighten. Flaky jumped and nervously laughed as she attempted to slip out of his harsh grip.
"Let go of her hand, Frank! You're hurting the poor girl!" Lammy's mother demanded, pulling his hand away from Flaky's. The porcupine let out another nervous laugh and rubbed her throbbing gloved hand.
"Dad! Was that really necessary?" Lammy questioned. Her father folded his arms, "You know how I feel about you on motorbikes, Lammy!" He commented with a sharp glare. His voice was low and husky, and it wasn't hard to tell that he was a smoker.
Lammy's mother, Margarette, sighed and shook her head, "I'm really sorry about him, Flaky, he's been having problems with work lately..."
"It's ok, I understand," Flaky smiled, "so how about we start over, 'Mr. Tough Guy'?" That definitely wasn't the smartest thing to say around Lammy's father…but it was too late now.
"...WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!"
"Dad! I can hear you yelling from outside!" An unknown voice called out from the front door. Before Flaky finished seeing her life flash before her eyes, she spun and met eyes with another green bear.
He resembled the rather aggressive bear she had just met, only he had pale green fur and bright hazel eyes. The boy approached them partially covered in oil from head to toe; no doubt due to tinkering with some form of vehicle. Ultimately, Flaky guessed that this was Lammy's brother.
Seeing as though she'd found her escape route from their welcoming father burning scowl, Flaky swiftly walked over to the light green bear and shook his hand immediately; the boy gazed at her, half confused, half awestruck.
"Hi! I'm Flaky! Sorry for a quick greeting but I'd better leave! Bye!" Flaky rushed through her words before speeding out their front door. The green bear looked outside and watched her jump onto the strange bike he'd came across before entering, before placing her helmet over her quills.
He probably would have chased after the girl in an attempt to offer her to stay longer, but she'd zoomed off before he could step foot out of his house. And as he watched her distance from their house, the bear couldn't help but feel devastated at the fact that he didn't even get a chance to catch her name, and she didn't get his. But upon realisation that struck him, the boy went to see his sister out of curiosity,
"Hey, uh, Lammy? Who was that girl…?"
…~x~X~x~…
After quite the welcoming from a wealthy family full of mixed personalities, Flaky took her time driving as a way to shrug off the fear that Lammy's father had practically embedded into her. The apartment building from earlier was set in her mind, and so she decided that the best thing to do right now would be to settle for today.
Minutes later, Flaky was able to redirect herself to where the mall was from memory, and turned straight into the carpark of the tall apartment building. However, Flaky realised that she must have been paying very little attention to her surroundings; she was actually stopping to enter a hotel, and noticed this upon entering to face a large hotel reception.
It was oddly quiet for a building so large, and the main room was empty of a single soul - besides the receptionist, that is. 'Man…this is like a ghost town', Flaky thought to herself, walking towards the reception desk. The man comfortably seated behind it was a tall blue moose, and he appeared to be sleeping on the job. Flaky sighed and hit the bell on the counter, but he didn't move a muscle.
"Excuse me? Hello? Waiting to book a room here?" Flaky impatiently stated to the sleeping moose, only to gain nothing but an obnoxious snore as a response.
With her patience thinned to its limit, Flaky reached over to snatch the pen from his pocket and signed the list of available rooms with her name on the most expensive one there was. Then without paying a single penny, the porcupine grabbed the right door keys from behind the counter and casually walked away to find her new room, "That's what you get for sleeping on the job, my friend."
