I’m sorry , that look seemed to say. I didn’t mean it. I’m just a poor, helpless little Pokémon. You wouldn’t stay mad at me, would you?
“Sable,” Ellie said slowly, “did you take my TM?”
It happened on a drizzly Tuesday in Accumula Town. Ellie was walking home from school, her backpack soggy and her mood even soggier, when she heard a tiny, pitiful mew from behind a dumpster behind the Pokémon Center. Against her better judgment, she peeked around the corner. pokemon purrloin sweet or sneaky
Ellie laughed it off. Sable was just affectionate! She was just a little mischievous! All Purrloin were like that, weren't they? It was part of their charm.
“She’s charming,” her mom admitted. “But keep an eye on your jewelry.” I’m sorry , that look seemed to say
Because I don’t have to.
Sable’s ear twitched.
Ellie found the disc two hours later—hidden behind the couch, partially chewed, completely unusable. The data ribbon was shredded. Four hundred dollars, gone.