It is cold today. The clouds overhead prevent the sun's rays to penetrate the earth's atmosphere and to grace us with its presence. And yet, work continues. With Regice's rampage through Dewford, Balor was lucky or perhaps unlucky to see that his establishment wasn't touched too badly. He had to pull all hands on deck as a sort of disaster relief team was formed through the employees who actually showed up to work today. Liber included, although he had already left to do... whatever, Balor wasn't listening.

His part was simple, de-ice whatever he could de-ice, pick up rubble to deliver to the nearest landfill, perhaps he could take a few bits and pieces here and there as long as it was considered trash. Any pokeballs left on through the disaster were to be acquired and returned to the nearest pokemon center, bodies were to be reported to the police et cetera. Balor thought at some point he would get a vacation, but someone has to do the work. His Tinkaton was at his side, breaking down rubble into tinier pieces while the Maushold sifts through rubble in order to listen for any cries for help or anything of that sort.

At some point, a whistle blew. "LUNCH TIME! Come get some stew to warm you up!" A person said, followed by the steps of people as well as a sigh of relief off of this back-breaking work. Balor kept working, as that's what he was getting paid for after all, and the mess keeps bothering him. That would be the case, had it not been for his fellow Pokemon to tug at his clothing and pointing to the crowd. Balor sighs. "Alright, alright. Let us rest for now."

He would get to the crowd, but found out that most of the stew that was offered was already taken by the others, and only two more bowls were available, alas, his hesitation to rest as foiled him once again. He had taken the two bowls and offered it to his Tinkaton and Maushold, who were happy to eat. He sighed, going back to his company truck and grabbing a bag full of honey bbq corn chips. Not healthy, but he had to eat something.

Crunch, crunch, crunch. The old(?) man would think about what area he needed to clean up next.