As if broken out of a trance of putting food to his mouth and thinking about what he has to do next, a small... child appeared in front of him. Balor looks at her, seeing the dust on her hands and on her pokemon, it seems that she, like him, is trying to do her best in restoring the damage wrought by Regice.

How wonderful, a child is trying to help in her own way... is what a naive man would think. First of all, it looks like she isn't wearing any safety equipment to perform cleaning operations in the first place, no hard hat, no tools to help clean up the rubble or pick up any hazardous materials, just a pokemon and a dream. Which one is that one again...? A passing thought, as he blindly reached for his next chip only to realize that the bag is slightly emptier than usual. How... odd. But the matter still stands. Balor would take a look at the child.

"Aren't you a little too young with disaster cleanup? You shouldn't be here, child." Balor accidentally said in a gruff tone, masking his worry for the girl. He sighs, looking at the rubble.

"Hm. How did you even get here? Did some irresponsible parent decide to help the general public but forgot they would leave you alone?" Balor said in a more genuine tone, seemingly relating to this question.

The Maushold and Tinkaton were both slurping away at their stew, although one of the smaller maushold members keeps trying to steal a bit of meat from Tinkaton's bowl and the other trying to distract Tinkaton while she was eating.

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First, a look of concern would slowly take over his face. Balor would've said something like, "If you wanted to help, you could go through the more official lines of help at the very least, proper regulations and whatnot." But before he could open his mouth, he would hear the child say, ""Besides, aren't you a little old for this job? What if your back starts hurting when you pick a piece of rock up?"

And his visage would turn from a concerned look to more of a look of despair. He knew that at some point, he would have to face the facts, he... looked old. Years of overwork, hard labor and stress to keep his company afloat during these trying times (and arguing with his brother) would gray his hairs, wrinkle his face, etc. He frowned and tilted his head away from the child, saying in a more quiet and depressed tone, "I am still in my early forties..."

He would then look back at the child, in a much more dutiful voice. "But still, someone has to do the work. I've been doing stuff like this my entire life, I have the experience and most importantly..." He would grab the bag of tools at his side, pulling out a piece of paper. "I actually have a permit to be here, as well as the rest of my employees." He'd proudly display the work permit at the child, feeling some sort of accomplishment, before realizing he's just bragging to a child, disappointment in himself would wash over him.

"However, this Navy of yours would probably be proud to have a kid like you do such admirable work. Just do go through more official means next time, legal disputes are more costly than you think." Balor would advise, seemingly as if he had to experience multiple throughout his life.

The little members of the Maushold had almost gotten away with it, before the one holding the piece of meat looked up at the Luxray watching him, his mouth opened, letting out a terrific SHRIEK! before running back to its parents, in which they scolded the child for stealing the meat, and went over to the Tinkaton to offer it AND an apology.

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