With the current adjustments, all the specifications for Sceptile's exclusive formula should meet the required standards. All that remained was an actual production test.
However, the production test required various rare materials, and their stocks were limited. He would have to wait until the final plan was confirmed before proceeding.
He continued working until evening. Outside the window, the sky had completely darkened, and Mauville City's lights stretched through the night like a sea of warm gold. Neon signs atop distant high-rises dyed a patch of the night sky a faint bluish purple.
Feeling a little hungry, Xinhai closed his laptop and leaned back in his chair, stretching languidly.
His shoulders and neck had grown stiff from maintaining the same posture for too long. He rolled his neck, producing a series of faint cracks from his joints.
The Eevee on his lap was startled by the movement and raised her head, her large brown eyes gazing at him with a hint of sleepy haze.
She gave a tiny yawn, revealing the tip of her pink tongue, then curled back into a ball. Her tail draped over his elbow again, clearly showing that she had no intention of getting off his lap.
Xinhai looked down at her clingy little appearance and smiled, not bothering to move her away.
He put his laptop back into his Spatial Backpack, then gently picked up the Eevee on his lap—her ears twitched in surprise at the movement, but she did not even open her eyes—and carried her to the bed, placing her on the pillow.
Eevee rolled over on the pillow, curling her little paws before her chest. A faint purr rumbled in her throat before she sank back into that half-dreaming state.
Xinhai rose and headed for the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Once there,