He just glares silently at the person in front of him. It had been the very first time he had been to Hoenn, but already he was recognizing the uniforms of those filthy groups he had been warned about.
His mission here was simply to get some rare Pokemons off the hands of the people of the contest halls, but if on his way he could learn something about the other teams, the bosses would probably be satisfied.
He just kept staring at the colorfully clad stranger, hoping they would initiate their interaction. No way he was going to address filth first.
Trey had fully intended to use that afternoon off to spend some time training. It was about time for Skip to learn a new move, just like Aizlin had suggested - the Mudkip was eager to partake in battles, but with his current moveset there was only so much he could stand up against.
So here they were, splashing about in the shallows at the beach and clearly not actually doing any meaningful training. Skip was taking great joy in using his tail to fling wet sand around, and his trainer couldn’t bring himself to spoil the young pokemon’s fun. Oh well, there’d be time to train later, it was still fairly early on in the day.
Suddenly the grunt felt a disconcerting feeling... like he was being watched. Sure enough, he turned his head to find someone glaring at him from the beach. He was used to people staring whenever he’d neglected to change out of his Aqua uniform, but they didn’t usually just... stand there.
“...Alright there, mate?” Trey tried his best to address the stranger in a friendly manner, but the uneasy cringe on his his face betrayed his true reaction. What is it, you creepy asshole?
