When Falkner heard that Lance, for some reason, called a meeting among all the gym leaders, his first thought was to skip it. However, he had no clue what said meeting would be about, and because he had little to no choice. Bitter from days, mainly fueled by how his father is much better, cooler, more handsome, and stronger...
Said meeting may have been a good chance for Falkner to get to know some of the other leaders better. He knew Bugsy semi-well, which was funny due to the fact his special type was super effective on Bugsy's. He knew the other gym leaders' names, Whitney, Morty, Chuck, Jasmine, Pryce, and Clair. Though he knew little about them.
At the meeting itself, it wasn't really worth going to. Lance talked about boring things, like new ideas for the region. Falkner wondered why Lance was talking about this with the gym leaders, especially him, Bugsy, and Whitney, as they were likely to be the most inexperienced. Why not just talk to the other Elite Four members? It honestly didn't make much sense.
"And we need to work on the economy!" Lance began. Blah, blah, blah, Falkner thought to himself. He wasn't very fond of things such as the economy. Why did the economy matter to them in the first place? They were gym leaders! Maybe Lance was just duller than he seemed?
(Morty)
Morty attempted to look like he was paying attention to Lance's discussion. Though he'd rather fall asleep. His eyelids drooped and he tried hard not to let out any yawns. Though sleep seemed irresistible, as if his Gengar used Hypnosis on him. He hadn't slept much the night before. He had an unfaithful encounter with a trainer's Darkrai, inflicting him with Nightmare somehow. Despite how much creepy things didn't bother him, Darkrai just made things so unimaginably horrible.
(Falkner)
Soon enough the meeting ended. Lance bid them all farewell. Pryce and Clair rushed out of the door in a flurry, Jasmine following far behind, calling "Wait up, guys!"
Falkner looked out. His eyes were teary from how much he had been resisting the urge of a yawn, so everything looked semi-blurry. Great, Falkner thought rather sarcastically.
(Morty)
During the meeting, someone had caught Morty's eye. The meeting finished, so Morty stepped right up to that someone.
(Falkner)
"You're Falkner, right?" Someone asked. Falkner turned around and saw a man, who was probably only a bit older then himself. He had blonde hair that was somewhat covered up by a purple head band. A purple scarf sheltered his neck. He wore a black long sleave shirt and white pants. His eyes were a beautiful shade of purple - compared to his scarf and head band, at least. He had a smile on his face with a snarky look. His eyes had a look of kindness to them, however.
"Uh...um...yeah...you're Morty?" Falkner was surprised by his own response. He didn't know why he stuttered, why he was so nervous. He generally had a casual attitude towards new people, so why was he so nervous towards Morty?
"Of course I am. I suppose I will see you sometime, huh?" Morty gave a wide grin.
"Uh...yeah, maybe..." Falkner's voice had gotten quiet. At first Falkner was unsure whether Morty had heard him or not, but Morty nodded and walked off casually. Falkner's heart pounded.
He began to ask himself so many questions. Why did Morty seem so...weird? Why did I seem so weird? Why was I so...shy? It doesn't add up...Morty's just some guy, right?
(Morty)
Morty laughed to himself as he walked along. Falkner shouldn't think that his father's so much better, because it's astounding how much better Falkner seemed compared to him.