[i]"I bet he could wait."[/i] Stephen thought idly.

The black haired boy was loud. And touchy. He'd come close to touching Jim, though Jim had made it clear that he didn't want to be touched. Though, it might've been okay, because the black haired boy wasn't exactly bad. He probably had good intentions, at least. He couldn't imagine someone so casually petting pokemon to be that bad, though his mother had said he would be surprised.

Stephen covered his mouth to stifle a creeping yawn, a gesture which Jim mimicked on his head. He'd woken up early, though he hadn't meant to. Who wouldn't be excited for an adventure of a lifetime? He glanced towards a certain blond haired girl relatively close by as he shook off the aftermath of his sleep, with Jim parroting his movements. He knew that Wynne would be excited, though knowing her, she probably tried her best not to show it.

Stephen glanced around himself some more and Jim settled down on his head. He was certainly nervous but he was mostly bored waiting. All sorts of trainers of different shapes and sizes dotted the front of Professor Oak's pokelab. It was surprising to see so many people in such a humble town, though it was somewhat more surprising that the weird old Professor Oak was so significant. It was quite difficult to wrap his head around that one because he'd always that Professor Oak was just a goofy old man.

Stephen stood up on his toes to get a look at the pokemon professor's lab. Unfortunately, while there were certainly people in the crowd ahead shorter than he was, the majority were taller than him.
"Hm..." Stephen hummed frustratedly.
He lowered himself back to the ground and sat down on his stuffed pack, settling on the rugged surface, and continued watching the loud black haired boy. 

He found the boy a little odd, though he wasn't entirely sure why. Perhaps it was how at ease the boy was in the whole thing. Stephen was less nervous than others because he knew professor Oak but the boy didn't seem nervous at all. And Stephen thought that he could see scars here and there on the boy's arms which added mystery to the boy. Stephen was concerned as to why the boy had scars, though the boy seemed perfectly content with them.

Stephen felt Jim tilt his head to the side quizzically and he knew that Jim was wondering why Stephen was staring at the boy.
"It's nothing much, Jim." He said out loud. "Just... Bored, I guess."
The spearow shifted his body in what amounted to a shrug and settled down once again. Stephen let his head rest on his hand as his eyes wandered the slowly shifting crowd. There were certainly others about as unique as the loud black haired boy, many strange new people with bright eyes and aspirations, many people that were in front of him.

Stephen's eyes slowly began to close with weariness. He'd woken up really early and was a little tired from the excitement. His body relaxed and he began lightly dozing.