(You had been taking a nice stroll from the city-like parts of Faulty Splits up to the more natural, quieter parts of the area near the capture point then back home. The trees were a warm mix of oranges and yellows, the sun just warm enough and the breeze cool and creating a scenic view along with the delightful setting sun on the horizon. As you were about to tread the gentle descent down the mountains back to the busier parts of the town, you heard a familiar motorcycle revving closer to your side, making you look over. Low and behold- it was Lucien! He was on his sleek black motorcycle with red details, making sure to go a safe distance in front of you before facing it on its side towards you and meeting your eyes.)

“Hey.”

(He spoke with a light smile, giving his usual hand sign in greeting.)

(Lucien asked curiously, ruffling his hair to a better position on his face after his motorcycle ride.)