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The mixed pup's tail gave several quiet wags in response to the husky, and he ducked his head a bit in the pretense of looking at the textbook again. "It's not that difficult once you practice!" Pip asserted, glancing back up once he assumed he had his sheepishness under control. The husky introduced himself as Victor, with a surname he wasn't certain he could repeat. Sometimes names were more complicated to say than medical words, especially when he didn't know the languages they were from. But that was a goal for...later. Far in the future, once he learned all he could about taking care of people. "I'm Pip. I don't think you want my full name." Not with all his last names- it was a bit of a mouthful for even Peppino.
His ears perked when he noticed Goldie approaching slowly. He'd heard about what The Pitt had done, and though he knew it wasn't his fault, he felt terribly guilty seeing her wounded. He couldn't help, because he was only learning, but there were other people who could manage. What Pip hadn't heard, however, was one of the other effects of Stryker. Confusion flickered across his features when she introduced herself. Pip didn't think she was joking, and he looked to the people around him, silently asking why his half-sister did not know him. Maybe- maybe stress had her forget a few faces? Pip wasn't around all that often, but then she didn't seem to recognize anyone other than the feline second in talking to him. "It's me, Pip. Your brother." He glanced down at the book, eyes weighted.
He attempted a smile for the griffon, though it was lackluster. "It is training, just a different kind," the canine answered, not quite as lightly as he meant to. He kept glancing at Goldie, concern wrinkling his young face. "It's all right. I don't mind talking to you guys." Pip watched the crow land on the griffon's head, a pretty bird for certain. "I'm Pip, if you didn't hear." Feliks and Loki. He would do his best to remember all these names.
The first feline speaking again drew his mismatched gaze, though it was information Pip knew of. He hadn't known whether to put himself forward for training. He was the leader's son- he just didn't want anyone to think that was why, so Pip had resolved himself to working harder. If he was accepted, it would be for his aptitude, nothing else, but he didn't think the feline wanted to hear that, so he just nodded a bit. Pipsqueak. That worked with his name, didn't it? "Bye, Bakugou," Pip called, watching him leave. He probably did have better things to do than sit around a reading child. All of them likely did, actually.
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His ears perked when he noticed Goldie approaching slowly. He'd heard about what The Pitt had done, and though he knew it wasn't his fault, he felt terribly guilty seeing her wounded. He couldn't help, because he was only learning, but there were other people who could manage. What Pip hadn't heard, however, was one of the other effects of Stryker. Confusion flickered across his features when she introduced herself. Pip didn't think she was joking, and he looked to the people around him, silently asking why his half-sister did not know him. Maybe- maybe stress had her forget a few faces? Pip wasn't around all that often, but then she didn't seem to recognize anyone other than the feline second in talking to him. "It's me, Pip. Your brother." He glanced down at the book, eyes weighted.
He attempted a smile for the griffon, though it was lackluster. "It is training, just a different kind," the canine answered, not quite as lightly as he meant to. He kept glancing at Goldie, concern wrinkling his young face. "It's all right. I don't mind talking to you guys." Pip watched the crow land on the griffon's head, a pretty bird for certain. "I'm Pip, if you didn't hear." Feliks and Loki. He would do his best to remember all these names.
The first feline speaking again drew his mismatched gaze, though it was information Pip knew of. He hadn't known whether to put himself forward for training. He was the leader's son- he just didn't want anyone to think that was why, so Pip had resolved himself to working harder. If he was accepted, it would be for his aptitude, nothing else, but he didn't think the feline wanted to hear that, so he just nodded a bit. Pipsqueak. That worked with his name, didn't it? "Bye, Bakugou," Pip called, watching him leave. He probably did have better things to do than sit around a reading child. All of them likely did, actually.
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