Steven knew that this was supposed to be relaxing. I mean, he was literally in Alto Mare, one of the most gorgeous cities that he had seen in a while. The water streets, the calm atmosphere, the tranquil people... it would be paradise for everyone, maybe even for him. He could be enjoying the beach and taking Metagross out in a walk.

And yet, all that he had been able to do in this place was worry about papers. Yes, he brought the tall mountain of paperwork with him, and he had been sitting inside the hotel room, writing for so long that his hand was starting to ache, and his handwriting was getting less and less fine with each stroke of his pen. Steven sighed for like the twentieth, running a tired hand through his messed-up hair.

"..."