"Oh, it seems I got one..."

A naughty smirk formed (on) her lips as she spied with her keen eye a tired Sylveon walking on the road that led to the town(.) (He carried) a bag on his back that drew the (Sneasel's attention). The bag seemed to be full of what could be valuable stuff. Stuff she could steal...

"Dear(, dear)... I can't believe my boss made me go walking to the next city to buy ingredients... My feet are all sore and this bag is heavy..." A loud groan escaped from the Sylveon('s mouth) (after) he (grumbled) to himself(.) (He didn't want) to take another step, but he was almost (home)...

"Ngh..." He collapsed, falling on the ground and lifting dust. "Maybe (I'll give myself) just a second to catch my breath..." The exhausted (Sylveon) moaned (as he) untied the bag with his ribbons and set it aside. "I can't believe this thing is so heavy..." He mumbled as he stared at the content(s) of (his) bag. It was full of berries, sugar, coffee, herbs and other ingredients to make all sorts of drinks, which the inhabitants of the town loved so much.

With a sigh, he tied the bag (back on) with his ribbons and (resumed his trip back to the town). (But when he turned toward the entrance of the town), a dark silhouette (blocked his way.) The Sylveon stop(ped) in his (tracks) as he stared at the snickering figure (before him.)

"My, my... What do we have here?” (The Sneasel rose her gaze to meet with his,) “(You're quite a) good looking Sylveon! And what are you carrying up to your back, darling~?" Her red eyes (pierced) into his tender blue eyes, (freezing him on the) spot as the female in front of him snickered. It was not hard for him (to) realize (that) she (was planning something...)

"Eh... Ingredients... For the local where I work..." The (Sylveon) said, trying to avoid her piercing eyes. But the Sneasel was persistent, and walked over (to) him. When she was close enough, she (reached out and ) dragged her claw down his forehead. (The claw) pass(ed) (down) his cheeks and finish(ed) (down) at his neck. She toyed with his (bow) tie before she retreated her claw, leaving the male with a faint blush on his cheeks.

"Why don't you give them to me?" The Sneasel spoke with a calm tone as she stared at the (hesitant) Sylveon. “It'll be better that way...”

	The male flinched. He was not going to just give her his bag and let her go with the ingredients he had to travel miles and miles to get! He needed to think about a way to get rid of (this) troublemaker before she brought him (any more) trouble.

"Why don't you better go to tease somebody else, cutie?(“ The Sylveon said, sighing. “)I have to deliver this to the (cafe)... And I am already late... I have been walking for hours and I seriously don't want any more troubles..."

"I don't think you understand, 'Ribbons,'” The Sneasel tapped his nose with a claw before she leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his. (She licked her lips, and winked.) “I want your stuff, and I want it right now. Or you give me them, or I take them, darling~." (Her voice had a) challenging, yet sultry tone. The Sylveon knew the game she was playing, and it was a game for two...

"Well cutie, I am afraid I cannot just do that. And as much as I want to keep talking to a beauty like you(,) I('m afraid I) must say good bye for now." He said with a (charming) smile. (Hearing him rebuff her like) that angered the Sneasel. She glared (back at the Sylveon), but managed to keep her composure.

	“Well, Ribbons, don't say I didn't warn you...” The Sneasel (spoke) in a jolly tone before she turned around and disappeared between (a pair of) buildings.

-not finished down here-

 The Sylveon thought everything was right now and resumed his own way to the local. It was near the center oc the town, but compared to his already long trip this would be nothing. He walked on the main street for a couple of minutes, not paying too much attention to his surroundings. His feet and back were sore and all he wanted was to deliver this at the local so he could already go home and rest. But when he was almost reaching the place, he felt something touching his ribbons. When he turned his head, he saw her trying to untie the bag from his ribbons.

"Hey, thag tickles~!" He spoke teasingly, knowing that it would anger the thief. "If you want them that badly, why don't you just buy a drink at the local? They taste better like that." He chuckled. The Sneasel glanced at him and smirked naughtly. "Ok, you've convinced me... Only if you invite me, Ribbons~" She grinned and stood straight with her claws on ber back, blushing like a teenager.

The Sylveon shrughed. "How could I refuse to invite such a cutie like you~? But tomorrow that is, we ard closed for the day..."

The Sneasel nodded. "That would be lovely~ So, see you then, Ribbons!" And with these words, she disappeared from sight. The Sylveon sighed and continued to talk. He was glad he knew how to flirt with young ladies. His friends said most of the time that he was a ladies' man, though he didn't look at himself as one. He was only polite.

He entered in the local and greeted the barista, who was tending a pair of cute girls. He made his way to the kitchen and greeted his coworkers before she untied the bag from his back and gave it to the Espeon there. She tok the bag with her psychic powers and disappeared behind another door. He knew she was going to put them in storage, his work here was done. He made his way to the exit, but when he was going to leave his boss, a rather short Grovyle appeared and greeted him with a warm smile. "Thank you, buddy, here is your payment." The Grovyle handled him a handful of coins that the Sylveon stared satisfied. At least he got a reward. He picked them up with his ribbons and examinated his neck with a free one. A worried, yet upset expression appeared in his face.

"My coin case... I don't have it..." He mumbled.

"No? What are you talking about?" The barista asked. He could overhear the conversation.

"The Sneasel..."