No, he didn't need the money. He had plenty of that. So, in a sense, one would wonder why he was even picking up trash. Well, because, somebody had to, apparently. There was quite a lot and while he'd been out on the surf, he was taking a break from catching his waves and cleaning up what bits of trash he could find.

Must have been a party the night beforehand, Asher figured.

Either way, he had his beheeyem helping him. Lifting up huge amounts of trash with it's psychic and placing them in trash bins. When he came upon a girl daydreaming, he glanced to the trash around her, and bent down to pick up a few of the pieces.

"Excuse me." He offered her politely, before moving around her and then glanced at her 'equipment.'

"Oh, I hadn't realized... is there a cleaning crew coming?" He asked while dusting off his hands.

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“Tosser, hm?”

Asher took that time to smile and lean back, hands on his hips. He ran one of them through his hair. To tame the wet curls as best as he could.

“As for me, I’m just passing through. Thought, I have a Pokémon that can make this fairly easy, so.” With that, Asher shrugged his shoulders.

In a way, the trash was bad for business. Business being the pier that he had given a large loan for that was to be rebuilt. Who would want to go to a pier surrounded by trash? Nobody that would being any sort of economical impact.

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Two could play that game, and Asher would prove just that. Namely because, the small sass-queen in front of him, or little miss grumpy gills, was entertaining to watch when she seemed mildly riled up. Perhaps she was just lazy and wanted the free pokedollars.

"Ah, I see. So you're one of those sort of trainers, are you?" He continued to pick up trash to prove his point. "Just, let the pokemon do all of the work for you and claim the victory as your own? That's pretty selfish. I'd thought a cute girl like you would have known better. Suppose you can't judge a book by it's cover after all-- oh, or, judging by your accent, Galarian culture may be different."

While he spoke, his charm was plastered on. From the smile on his face, to the tone he used to speak with her while he helped his beheeyem clean up.

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Technically he was considered a local. But nobody knew he had been born here. Hell, he didn't even know if he'd been born here. For all he knew, the desert had been a random choice of deposit for him. Either way, he didn't take offense, because he didn't consider Hoenn home.

Just an investment.

"I've heard it's a beautiful place." Asher began, thinking back on the many articles he'd read about the region. "I plan on vacationing there next, actually." He looked toward the girl and gave a charming smile, the trash pretty well cleaned up.

"Any suggestions for me?"

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She made him sound like such a drifter, it confused Asher. Was it because he picked up the trash and poked fun? Maybe. But... perhaps she was more insightful than he gave her credit for. Dangerous.

"Yes, suppose I'll just have to take your word for it. Thanks." He offered, giving her a farewell wave. "Have yourself a wonderful rest of the day."

Glancing around, he moved his fist up to his beheeyem, giving Freddy a fist bump, smiling proudly. "It does look much better here, buddy... but let's get outta here, hm?"

Keeping contact with the pokemon, the two of them teleported off of the beach, and back to his Slateport pent house suite.

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