Murkuro was bored. More than bored with his life here, secluded inside his ramshackle hut . Not that there was anything else to do except steal some more. His horde of Pokes shined in the corner with the light that filtered through the cracks of the shack. Going to town didn't seem like an option, not with all the filthy brats there. Even stealing had lost its luster, it now seemed more like a chore. But it was the only thing he could do to spend the time before he became unconscious. Grabbing a twig from the hut he exited his house to hunt for prey. 

Inflora Forest was as colorful as ever, with all its bright little brats seeking battle and rescue. The Foongus were difficult to faint but most often gave great profit. Which is why he targeted those weakened by its toxins. Another novice team, few wins in and eager for glory. Too eager. They were nearly wiped out by the poison, if not their own pitiful stats. It seemed almost cruel to knock them out and rob them blind. Almost. Brats should have known better than to get cocky. Swinging the money pouch in wing over his shoulder, he took off for another floor. This system continued for another hour or so before he retired back to his hut. That had bored him far too quickly. Maybe he would travel into town after all.
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 The stranger scowled, glaring at the menacing figure before her.

[b]" You don't have any friends?! No wonder with that menacing aura about you. Come back to me when you have at least 4 friends, then we'll talk."[/b]
The Lopunny upturned her nose, walking away from the fustrated Zangoose.

[b] "Come on, I even offered you money!"[/b] Tizuko shouted before turning his back. [b]" Nobody wants to be my friend because of this damn face of mine....*Sigh*"[/b]

Slowly, he skulked away from the town, more depressed than irritated, back towards his home.