Steven glanced between the two piles of paperwork looming in his desk— one about Devon Corp. and the other being matters for the Hoenn Champion— with his sighs in increasing in volume as he struggled to even start.

“I can’t do this before the morning. It’s simply unrealistic,” he finally groaned, slumping back into his chair with an uncharacteristic frown.

You could only bite back the urge to inform him that he wouldn’t have so much work if he didn’t spend the day searching for… rocks.