James
She let out an amused "Hm" As they rode along with Copperajah, hearing the shuffling of leaves and a smack. "Huh- you goo- ... PFFF" Harley cackled as she saw leaves and whatnot get stuck in his hair, reaching back and brushing it off of him. "Nice dude. Maybe duck a tad bit- My girly cant exactly estimate your height on her back." She replied, patting his shoulder and facing forward. "But just because, try to move some of those dangling branches, hun. Raihan got smacked."

It seemed like Copperajah really WAS Harley's Pokémon, because the elephant creature seemed to have started laughing at that comment. Over time, Harley might have rubbed off on her companions, making them just as humored and sarcastic as she was. But, like always, Harley was still a good person, so Copperajah generously reached up with her trunk, pressing up against some branches to push them out of the way as they walked.
Margaret
"I'm no sideshow!" Raihan quickly brushed off the twigs and berries from his hair too. He'll have to fix that up later himself. The laughter from Harley and her Pokémon itself causes the dragon trainer to relax after a while. It didn't matter if he's laughed at. He's used to it. He remembered how much Iris made fun of him and damn, he misses the girl. "Lemme know more 'bout ya since we're chillaxing," Raihan brought up. "What made ya want to be a trainer? And a gym leader, huh?" Ironic he likes to pry but then he himself can't offer much except vague answers. He respects the other if they have a sense of privacy. What everyone sees a gym leader as is a hindrance in their gym challenge. Some see them as celebrities—but most don't see them as people having their own lives.

He leans back enough on Copperajah, enough so that he's almost lying back. The Pokémon didn't walk so erratically that it's a bumpy ride. It's true that Pokémon start to take over their trainer's quirk the longer they stay with them. That's how you know they're *Their* Pokémon. Raihan searches in his head for how his companions take after him. The viscousness of battle, the need for a picture. He has a couple baby Pokémon like Trapinch that he dresses up in his hoodie to take pictures with. That had become an internet trend for a while! Everyone could agree that Pokémon is like a trainer's children. Or a family they never had. He almost realized that for most of the Galarians.
James
She simply kept a smirk on her face as she listened to Raihan's reactions; it was sort of what she wished would happen with her sister as she was so uptight, taking things seriously. Raihan seemed to have a good balance. "Huh- well, I think the trainer thing only happened a few years back. Bea was the one who was passionate since her crawlin' years." She explained, turning her head a tad.

"Teenage years for me... It was when I was exploring stuff- yknow, finding yourself, yada yada. I started working out... And being a Pokémon trainer just, came up one day. I don't remember how exactly." She continued to talk, smiling lightly. "I started catchin' random Pokémon... I might've bullied some kids for money to buy extra Pokeballs... Then I met a certain Meowth, and lo and behold, I'm a steel-type leader."

She smiled as she looked down at her belt, seeing the ball that held Perrserker inside. "I think the gym leader thing was just fame n money. I never thought that I would be some influential figure- I just wanted to get paid a bunch for something fun - Pokémon battles..!"