SMOKE & MIRRORS — MEETING 08.27

[PEPPINO]

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Maybe it would have been better for Pip to remain with the crowd, like his siblings, but sitting so far from his father when he was unwell and in pain was not something he was capable of. He attempted it, at least, and managed a small smile when his father welcomed Pip and his siblings, but in the pause, the pup slipped his way closer, toward the throne where Pincher sat. Pip stretched up to nudge his father's cheek with his nose, multicolored eyes liquid-soft. He wasn't certain he was allowed to do this, and he knew he was disrupting, but sitting on a throne looked terribly lonely, even more so with the sadness and ache haunting Pincher's face. "I hope you feel better, father," Pip murmured, before adding, in a voice even more lowered than before, "It's okay if you can't." He dropped down, but did not move back to the audience, preferring to stay where he was unless Pincher told him otherwise.

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