Caspar does a secondary check while Harley searches manually. Eight hundred and two pokémon, damn. Good thing she recognizes it when she does. He leans in and reads over the animal's description: a sign of wealth, it looks down on all others. So brutal that it plays with its weakened prey rather than killing them outright. "Doesn't sound so cute," he mutters, half to himself.

His jaw tightens. That lying little shit.

"He never told Adia that he owned a pokémon. He acted like this --" He waves a hand around the store, "--was all new to him." He straightens up and folds his arms across his chest. He doesn't like this, not at all. He thought Josh was awkward and intrusive, but this takes it to another level. "What else did you see when you followed him home?"