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his voice. “I’d like to hear about that, if you’re willing.” Maybe that will keep the conversation interesting: he thought.

someone while they’re trying to read you.” Then Lucas finally releases his hand but doesn’t step back far, just enough to give Wally room to breathe. He gestures him to have a seat first, then he follows. “Now…Cynthia mentioned you caught an Alpha Garchomp.” More interest in >

kitchen doorway, as if he knows Cynthia is somewhere nearby listening. Then, more quietly: “And I doubt she’d invite you here if she didn’t respect you. And hey, you don’t need to apologize.” His tone is even softer now. “First meetings are strange. You’re trying to read >

usually mean something worth keeping.” Acknowledgment in his words. Nothing else. He then exhales something faintly amused. “If she exaggerated, it was probably about something small and practical. She’s not very sentimental.” A subtle glance toward the grandmother’s >

He takes Wally’s hand without hesitation. His handshake is steady, warm, not overly firm. Just grounded. “Wally, then.” he says softly. At the mention of the name having history, Lucas’ expression shifts, interested. “That’s important.” he replies. “Names that carry history >

to leave out important details.” There’s a subtle warmth in his voice when he says that comfortable with Cynthia, clearly. “You can relax.” He adds gently. “I promise I’m not nearly as intimidating as she makes her introductions sound.”

very modest. “I hope she didn’t exaggerate too much.” He steps a little closer to the table, but not into Wally’s space. Close enough to be part of the conversation. Far enough to feel respectful. “I didn’t know which of her friends she meant either,” he admits. “She tends >

“Wally.” he repeats, softer this time, like he’s testing the name properly. Then he gave a nod. “Yes. I’m Lucas. Pleased to meet you.” His tone is steady, not overly formal, not overly familiar. At the mention of Cynthia describing him, one corner of his mouth lifts faintly, >

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 doesn’t react to it or doesn’t point it out. He just lets the moment settle naturally. Lucas inclines his head slightly again at the correction.>

dipped briefly to the teacup in Mitsuru’s hands before returning to his face. He will wait for the other male to confirm he is the only Cynthia talked about.

stopping at a respectful distance from the table. “….You must be Mitsuru…” His voice was calm. Soft. Even. Not loud enough to startle. Then he inclined his head slightly in greeting. “I’m glad you came. Cynthia mentioned you.” A pause, not awkward, just measured. His gaze >

doorway. Gray-blue eyes settled first on Cynthia —a small, familiar nod exchanged between them— before drifting toward the unfamiliar figure seated at the table. Noticing immediately. But he didn’t say anything right away. Instead, he approached at an easy, unhurried pace, >

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 >

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he forgets he’s still wearing them but when he does, he looks noticeably softer and more “academic” 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 >

Colors stay in the Sinnoh palette: navy, red, brown. Sleeves often pushed up slightly when writing or tending to Pokémon. Main irreplaceable clothing: a red scarf. Which sometimes he uses it absentmindedly when nervous (adjusting it, holding it). The ends are slightly worn from >

never stays down. A few slightly curly strands always fall forward when he’s focused. Rarely stylized. He just let it be. Also his hair gets fluffier in humid or rainy weather. * He usually wears practical layers: jacket, scarf, boots, satchel. All well-work and well-kept. >

sharp. When he smiles, his eyes curve slightly before his mouth does. Sometimes it is possible to spot a faint under-eye shadows from long nights thinking or writing notes. * His hair is dark navy-black hair, slightly messy but not unkempt. Natural cowlick in the back that >

* Lucas stands around 5’10–5’11, tall enough to be noticeable but never imposing. Has a naturally relaxed posture, shoulders never tense. * He has soft gray-blue eyes that always look like he’s thinking about something. His gaze is steady but gentle, never intense and never >