Meanwhile, dusk was falling in Tao Village once more...
“You’re in luck! 5 Poke. They’re on sale.”
PK handed an Aspear berry over her stall to a sniffling Piplup, who immediately began chewing on it as she deposited the money on the counter and walked off toward the Rescuers’ treehouse. It was shaping up to be a cold night, so they were likely to be holing up in there for warmth.
Oh, things went so smoothly today! Not only was PK in a good mood after the previous night, but she was making a killing on Aspear berries today. Many Pokemon were coming down with the sniffles, and those did the trick! She hated to admit that she had the same ailment after an earlier excursion into the Icy Cave, but they worked just as well for her, and the Merchants had a lot of them to spare!
“Hm... I think I need to restock,” the purple Kecleon mused aloud as she peered under her stall. No more Aspear berries down there. Everyone was snatching them up like hot-cakes! Her head popped back up from behind the stall, only to be met with an odd sight.
A Sneasel was approaching PK’s store. It had a standard, green guild scarf... wrapped over its eyes. The cloth dangled down over his nose as he outstretched his arms, feeling his way around. “Hello! I’m just another Rescuer, here to b-- aagh!”
His dialogue was cut short as he took a turn and smashed head-first into the side of the Merchants’ HQ. A rather klutzy maneuver, to say the least.
PK sighed and folded her arms as she watched the ‘blind’ Sneasel stumble closer to her stall, holding his paws against his pained, covered nose. “This is stupid...” she muttered, leaning over the counter top and forcefully tugging the scarf down to the Sneasel’s neck. “Oh... ew...”
He had quite a shiner close to his eye. Someone socked him real good prior.
“Oh, um... please don’t hurt me!” the Sneasel begged and cowered, going so far as to crouch and cover his feathered head.
“Eh..?” PK hadn’t quite pieced anything together until that point. After all, there were honest Sneasels living in Tao Village. However, she spotted a familiar bruise on the back of the Sneasel’s head, now that he was crouching. Her eyes widened.
“You... you were following Slasher around!” she exclaimed. “I gave you that bruise!”
The Sneasel looked up rather timidly, still crouching with some degree of fear. “I know... please don’t hit me again, I’ll leave!”
clever,clever.
I have a feeling that's Rhodes