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Of all the oddities on display, the tiny box to the right of the egg caught your eye the most.
Its patterns were shockingly intricate for a Pokemon upon closer inspection. Gold and black strokes of paint near the bottom, gold and white near the top. Some multicolored swirls in-between, plenty of blues and purples and blacks elsewhere... the paint job seemed somewhat amateur, but there was clearly purpose behind each stroke and you could appreciate that much. Once you'd picked up the box, you waved your hand to get the shopkeep's attention. "Hello? Miss?"
The Weavile continued to sharpen her claws.
"...madam?"
Your voice remained quiet and polite.
It was at that moment that Erna decided to help you out. She trotted right up to the stand and put her paws on the desk. "HEY, MISSUS!! WE'RE TRYNA ASK YOU SOMETHIN'!"
You didn't hesitate to put a hand over her mouth, but by the time you'd reached it her sentence was done.
At least it got you what you wanted.
The Weavile swiveled to face you, leering right at Erna and not sparing you the glare that followed. "<span class="mu-i">What?</span>"
Her voice was dripping with venom. You couldn't help but gulp. Why was someone this intimidating working a storefront?
Erna continued for you as you reeled back a smidge. "My friend wants t' know about this box." She paused. From her expression, you could tell she was beginning to realize that what she'd done probably wasn't a good idea. Her voice quieted. "He uh... h-he was interested."
The Buneary backed away and pushed you forward.
Oooof course.
The Weavile took one look at the box. Then one at you. Then at the egg, then at you. "...what, that dumb thing?"
You gave her a slow nod- which she returned with a wave. "That's just some junk I wanna get rid of. Like most'a the stuff here. You'll have t' pay a pretty penny for most of it, but you can have the dinky ol' box for free. There's no use tryin' t' sell somethin' like that."
Another glance back at the titular box. It didn't really <span class="mu-i">seem</span> unsellable. It was just a pretty trinket, right?
"...may I ask why?"
The Weavile frowned. "Have I really gotta explain further? It's just stuff! Pretty tchotchkes that I found, an' I'm sellin'! Take that if you want it, but you've gotta pay for the rest." Her claws crossed across her chest, the weasel seeming more confused than irritated.
What did she mean by found...?
That... maybe you didn't need to pry about that. You slowly slid the box into your purse, giving Erna a glance as she watched, wondering what to do next.
>Keep checking stuff out. Some other stuff here looks interesting. Erna might have the cash to pay for it, too.
>Leave. You've gotten what you wanted, and the shopkeep clearly isn't the nicest. Maybe you shouldn't financially support behavior like that.
>Open the box right then and there. You wanna see what's inside. Maybe you can ask the shopkeep about it, too.
>Write-in
