10-25-2018, 10:34 PM
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"If none of you can be bothered to do more than foam at the mouth -for which I'm afraid I don't have a treatment- then leave him alone. He's my friend." Was that the truth? No, but contrary to what he was certain some people perceived, Pip was not lacking in his sharper edges- mostly, they related to the treatment of others. He understood that The Pitt was on awful terms with The Typhoon, but Pip had never believed it reasonable to hate people he had never met, and he was certain not everyone who lived there could be terrible. That wasn't how people worked- they weren't universal, because if they were, Pip would be hurtling threats and posturing aggressively like several of the others here. Goldie was another example of how people weren't uniform in that way. So he wasn't afraid to lie that he knew this canine. It wouldn't make much sense for someone with hostile intentions to simply sit at the border, now would it? And he smelled like herbs, like medicine.
A far better smell than some of the people wandering around The Typhoon.
"He's visiting me. Which you all would know if you learned how to communicate. He shared books." His mismatched gaze was edged, but softened when it returned to the older canine, and Pip smiled lightly. The child walked past the very intimidating brigade, when Caesar spat something unflattering. He could feel the heat at his back, but rather than allow it to follow its intended path, Pip blindly intercepted, leaping forward to push Val out of the way. That was what he meant to do. He hadn't reacted fast enough- not fast enough to get them both out of the way.
Pip had never really felt pain before, nothing more than a few scrapes when he was out learning more plants. This was- he couldn't think, choking on small breaths. Distantly, he recognized he probably wasn't on fire, but it felt like it, skin blistering, and he thought he might be sick. Blue and brown eyes were bright with a wet sheen, and he realized he was on the ground, but he couldn't remember that happening. Pip attempted to move, and the world went momentarily white. He came back to the sound of his own voice murmuring brokenly.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry," a fresh wave licked its barbed tongue up his back, "Papa."
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A far better smell than some of the people wandering around The Typhoon.
"He's visiting me. Which you all would know if you learned how to communicate. He shared books." His mismatched gaze was edged, but softened when it returned to the older canine, and Pip smiled lightly. The child walked past the very intimidating brigade, when Caesar spat something unflattering. He could feel the heat at his back, but rather than allow it to follow its intended path, Pip blindly intercepted, leaping forward to push Val out of the way. That was what he meant to do. He hadn't reacted fast enough- not fast enough to get them both out of the way.
Pip had never really felt pain before, nothing more than a few scrapes when he was out learning more plants. This was- he couldn't think, choking on small breaths. Distantly, he recognized he probably wasn't on fire, but it felt like it, skin blistering, and he thought he might be sick. Blue and brown eyes were bright with a wet sheen, and he realized he was on the ground, but he couldn't remember that happening. Pip attempted to move, and the world went momentarily white. He came back to the sound of his own voice murmuring brokenly.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry," a fresh wave licked its barbed tongue up his back, "Papa."
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CAREFUL, SON — YOU GOT DREAMER'S PLANS