these are sunflowers. they're called that because they always face towards the sun. that's how i want to be like... someone who always sees the bright side of things.
He takes Wallyโs hand without hesitation. His handshake is steady, warm, not overly firm. Just grounded.
โWally, then.โ he says softly. At the mention of the name having history, Lucasโ expression shifts, interested. โThatโs important.โ he replies. โNames that carry history >
Though he does grip his cup a bit once Lucas points out his nerves.
"Ah, sorry.
I promise, you don't seem intimidating at all.
I just get all nervous about first introductions.
I was like this when I first met Ms. Cynthia."
someone while theyโre trying to read you.โ Then Lucas finally releases his hand but doesnโt step back far, just enough to give Wally room to breathe. He gestures him to have a seat first, then he follows.
โNowโฆCynthia mentioned you caught an Alpha Garchomp.โ More interest in >
to leave out important details.โ
Thereโs a subtle warmth in his voice when he says that comfortable with Cynthia, clearly.
โYou can relax.โ He adds gently. โI promise Iโm not nearly as intimidating as she makes her introductions sound.โ
Lucas notices all of it. From his pauses, the tightened grip on the cup, to the point where Wally freezes just a second too long. He doesnโt react to it or doesnโt point it out. He just lets the moment settle naturally.
Lucas inclines his head slightly again at the correction.>
"And you are Lucas, correct?
Ms. Cynthia told me she invited one of her pupils, but never told me which one.
But I do recognize you from how she describe them."
very modest. โI hope she didnโt exaggerate too much.โ He steps a little closer to the table, but not into Wallyโs space. Close enough to be part of the conversation. Far enough to feel respectful.
โI didnโt know which of her friends she meant either,โ he admits. โShe tends >
dipped briefly to the teacup in Mitsuruโs hands before returning to his face. He will wait for the other male to confirm he is the only Cynthia talked about.
The door slid open with a soft sound.
Lucas stepped inside without much noise, brushing a bit of cool Sinnoh air off his jacket before closing it behind him. His scarf shifted slightly as he did, red against the muted tones of the room. He paused for just a moment near the >
stopping at a respectful distance from the table.
โโฆ.You must be Mitsuruโฆโ His voice was calm. Soft. Even. Not loud enough to startle. Then he inclined his head slightly in greeting. โIโm glad you came. Cynthia mentioned you.โ
A pause, not awkward, just measured. His gaze >
he forgets heโs still wearing them but when he does, he looks noticeably softer and more โacademicโ with them on. Will push them up the bridge of his nose when concentrating, and they reflect a more personal side of him.
years of travel. As his most recognizable feature people often recognize him by that scarf before anything else. He is never seen without it.
* Owns a pair of round, thin-framed glasses that he only wears when reading for long period or writing notes at night. Sometimes >