08-15-2018, 03:22 AM
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Pip wasn't here for the simple, physical pleasantries this town offered. He hadn't indulged in them yet either, spending most of his time away from the more crowded areas, if he could call them that; despite his friendliness, Pip preferred to spend his free hours either preparing for when they would inevitably face an interruption, or seeking out a bit of peace. When he'd lived with his parents and helped with the clinic, relaxation involved sharing a table with them while they sipped at a bit of alcohol and made lazy conversation. They didn't last long, those moments of respite, and Pip didn't anticipate that they would here, either. The world could never have too many doctors considering the rate at which some managed to land in trouble, and he didn't solely reference humans when he said that. He didn't know the extent of all the beings out there, but on occasion, they'd received...supernatural patients, for lack of a better term.
They were just as prone to injury and sickness.
Pip knew he'd have his hands full sooner or later, and that didn't take into account his inevitable wandering off to other towns offering his services. Of course, he never felt satisfied until he was juggling several plates at once. If he only handled low-stress scenarios and refrained from having more than one patient at a time, he was useless.
At least, when there were more patients to be had. As aforementioned, he wasn't especially busy at the moment, and currently walked the outer parts of the town, checking through a personal inventory list. After is most recent patient, he would have to look into getting a bit more cayenne pepper. It seemed prudent- bloody wounds were very much a high risk, and he noted the resupply down just as he noticed a slight figure on the beach with an animal seated nearby. Frowning thoughtfully, his sedate walk became brisk, able to catch only the last part of spoken words. "Excuse me?" He slowed, aware it wouldn't be the best idea to stride toward a predatory animal. "May I help you? I'm afraid I don't recognize you as one of the residents of San Creado."
[div style="width: 507px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.1"]They were just as prone to injury and sickness.
Pip knew he'd have his hands full sooner or later, and that didn't take into account his inevitable wandering off to other towns offering his services. Of course, he never felt satisfied until he was juggling several plates at once. If he only handled low-stress scenarios and refrained from having more than one patient at a time, he was useless.
At least, when there were more patients to be had. As aforementioned, he wasn't especially busy at the moment, and currently walked the outer parts of the town, checking through a personal inventory list. After is most recent patient, he would have to look into getting a bit more cayenne pepper. It seemed prudent- bloody wounds were very much a high risk, and he noted the resupply down just as he noticed a slight figure on the beach with an animal seated nearby. Frowning thoughtfully, his sedate walk became brisk, able to catch only the last part of spoken words. "Excuse me?" He slowed, aware it wouldn't be the best idea to stride toward a predatory animal. "May I help you? I'm afraid I don't recognize you as one of the residents of San Creado."
THEY HAD LIGHTS INSIDE THEIR EYES / INFORMATION / UPDATED 08/11/2018:
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SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOU ARE
[div style="font-family:impact; font-size:16pt; color:#c2926e; padding:10px; line-height:1"]YOU THOUGHT BY NOW YOU'D BE
SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOU ARE