His quiet pondering had persisted even as he dismounted his faithful flying-type, the thoughts haunting the Steel-type user throughout the winding caverns of Dewford Cave. Soon enough, the blue-eyed male found himself before the familiar ancient paintings the cave was famous for. Although he would have usually observed the splendid etchings with awe, he could only stare dully towards the faded marks this time. His mind was plagued with both boredom and forlorn; the Champion's brain seeming to rack itself continuously for the answer to his un-asked inquiry.
Why WAS he so dissatisfied?
Steven Stone had literally everything any sane person could ask for. Fame, wealth, power...
What could be missing that made his chest feel so bare? The heir to the Devon Corporation could only stare down at the rocky ground at this question, the silence of the vacant cavern around him his only answer.
Steven never did like silence...
"Excuse me, sir?"
The silence that plagued the silently thinking Pokemon trainer was suddenly shattered, a fact the Champion was more than thankful for. Blinking, the male worked to shake off his inner doubts as he slowly turned; blue orbs curious to find the source of the noise that had erupted from behind him. It had no doubt been a voice, but that alone only intrigued the boy further. No one ever hardly visited this cavern, and that was something he was well aware of. So, who could it possibly be?
Much to the silver-haired man's surprise, a somewhat shorter figure awaited his questioning gaze upon turning a 180. At the base of the stairs leading up to the inscriptions was a figure, a girl to be precise. She couldn't have been much younger than himself, Steven observed; noting your somewhat messy (h/l) (h/c) locks mindlessly. It must have been from the trek through the cave, he concluded. The female's clothes were average of that for any teen of the day and age, hinting even farther at her age. The feature that really captured Steven's gaze, though, was your eyes.
Tired and blinking in apparent boredom, your (e/c) orbs locked with the stranger's as you finally earned his attention. Catching his staring, you offered a short wave of your hand; too exhausted to care about making a good impression or not. It had been a pain fighting your way through this damn cave, and you were almost certain this had to be the guy you were after. Why were you even here, again?
Oh, right. Doing other people's chores again.
You really needed to learn how to say no.