Two more Pokémon approach the fox bearing gifts. Gifts? Hm, perhaps generosity wasn't dead after all. Though it would seem that it isn't appreciated, judging by the scowl creeping onto Kaine's face.
They seem insistent, too. Like they might politely force the items into his hands, even if he declines.
No matter. This is an opportune moment - one he won't pass up if it means getting them to buzz off.
The Zoroark leans down as he speaks, ensuring the pests hear every word.
"Assuming you both had some form of parents, I hope to Arceus they taught you not to take shit from strangers. If not, then congratulations - they failed you miserably. Keep your things. They'll only end up discarded if you give them to me."
The vulpine stalks off, muttering under his breath about nobody teaching their kids squat anymore.
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