As a whole, sometimes The Typhoon didn't feel much like home. It should, because he had his father and now his sister supervising it all, but the former was gone, as were many of his and Goldie's siblings. Pip wasn't around that often either. He kept to himself for the most part, collecting ingredients, making more of the little first aid kits that Bakugou had absolutely refused to wear- and he was gone, too. He'd heard Junji had returned, sort of. He didn't know how his children would react to that, after they'd found him dead in his home, covered in some inky substance, gone before Pip could even help. He wasn't really much use for that, was he? Not when he was hardly around, and in spite of what deal he'd made for the ability to see people's skeletons.

It unnerved him sometimes, since he couldn't fully control it yet, even though he was wholly aware that there was nothing frightening about anatomy. It was just...strange, to look up from his work to see a skull staring down at him.

That was all he saw lying in a hole: a skeleton. He was momentarily convinced that they were actual remains that had been unearthed somehow, but it was shifting slightly, and after a hard blink, he recognized the figure was...Luca? Peppino thought of Junji, then, though it wasn't his business, and the young canine slowly approached, making certain his paws fell a bit louder so he wouldn't startle him.

"Excuse me?" He started, quietly, and he cleared his throat a bit. He was probably intruding, wasn't he? "Do you need help sleeping?"
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