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The jingle of the Bureau door being opened made him raise his head and see who walked in.
“Ah! Emma!” he greeted, a little surprised. “Back from shopping already? I thought you-- oh, wait, no, nevermind. Wrong person.“Â
He sighed and slumped over his paperwork tiredly, doing his best to ignore the Eevee that had started batting at his hair like his head was an acceptable plaything.
“I hope you feel less exhausted than I do, at the very least.”









