Dennis was a man of travel. Well, at least, he was for the most part. He had done his share of Johto, a little of Hoenn, some parts of Sinnoh and bits of other places as well. He’d always thought there was no place like home, though. No other country had the same feeling as Kanto, no matter how beautiful or elaborate their cities and towns and such were.
Now, as for the other part of Dennis that wasn’t a man of travel… That was the part were he very rarely got lost. His sense of direction was pretty good, which should only come naturally to the biker, but in places like this? He felt like someone would need a map of a map to the map of this city from the map of Kalos alone.
He had learned very quickly that Lumiose City was a beautiful one, full of people, unique architecture, and culture. He nearly fell in love with it the moment he saw it all, but like every rose, the Kalosian city had its thorns. Those thorns came in the form of being very large and having various amounts of alleyways into places that seemed like the start to the Distortion World. Heck, for a while, that’s where he thought he was.
After a lot of walking (he’d decided it’d be a better way to absorb the city rather than biking), though, Dennis found himself at the front of the Prism Tower, it’s sheer existence making whistle impressively as he stared up at it. Now that was a tower. But now that he was here, he found that it was probably about time to contact the reason as to why he’d come here in the first place… Dennis let out a deep breath, ran a hand through his hair… And called Aurelien.
“Howdy, Ary!” Dennis had started once he heard him pick up with a wide smile on his face. He was sure he was gonna surprise him! “Just wanted ta say that you were right. Lumiose City sure is one heckuva place! N’ Prism Tower is one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen, ‘specially from down here…”