While on the way to the diner, Jake heard a bit of banging and stopped, blinking. He slowly walked towards an alley and looked in it, Sonny gripping his head a bit tighter with one paw.
A Yamper was digging through a freshly knocked over garbage can of a coffee place, rooting through empty coffee cups for any scraps of food.
Jake stepped back in suprise, before feeling upset for it; obviously a stray.
He slowly took a step forward. The Yamper's ears perked up, and it quickly jumped out of the garbage can, getting into a defensive position. It bared its pointy canid teeth, backing up slightly.
"Easy, bud..." Jake said softly, raising his hands.
"You're fine..." he continued, as Sonny watched nervously.
Arceus, he hoped watching his dad calm down agitated and or injured pokemon when he was a kid would pay off right now...
"Yamp..." the dog pokemon said, taking another step or two back before it bolted off, running around the corner of another building and hitting the lid of the overturned can as it ran.
Jake started to follow, but slowed to a stop and sighed quietly.
Looking over, he walked to the garbage can and carefully stood it back up, being careful not to touch anything.
A few seconds later, the door leading into the coffee shop opened, just as he sat the lid back on it.
"Oh...lemme guess. Yamper?' The lady asked.
Jake blinked.
"Uh...y-yeah."
She sighed. "Thought so. He's a stray. Showed up about six months ago. Personally, i think his trainer abandoned him. He's been getting into people's trash."
"Has anyone tried to catch him before?"
"Mmhmm. Like a dozen people. No one's been successful though. He always runs off."
Jake looked at the corner the Yamper vanished.
"Anyway...thanks for fixing the garbage, ya saved me the work. Here," she said, handing him a $20 giftcard to the coffee shop.
"We have locations in Hammerlocke, Circhester, Wyndon, Motostoke..." she continued, walking back towards the door, and shut it behind her.
Jake slipped the giftcard into his bag. He didn't drink coffee, but they gotta have SOMETHING he liked, right? Hopefully?
He glanced at Sonny, who flicked his left ear and shrugged a bit.
He walked out of the alley, starting his way back to the diner.
Behind him, the Yamper slowly poked his head out from behind the corner he turned, watching the boy leave with a curious head tilt.