LITTLE BIRD, LITTLE BIRD // OPEN

[PEPPINO]

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Pip supposed it could encompass most fields, but he did not dabble in combat, or art, or- anything, really, beyond medicine. He wasn't much use for more than bandaging scrapes and getting in the way of fireballs, apparently, which...he knew to be, perhaps, an excessively self-deprecating consideration, but he didn't think anyone would disagree with him. Not when he was certain many of them thought he was a soft-hearted, naive fool. Maybe he was. Did it matter? Pip had already learned nothing he could say would change anything, and the most he could do was his job. He wouldn't lie to himself about his own usefulness, and if his life was to be cleaning up preventable messes, then so be it- he'd wanted to heal people, and so he would, even if it wouldn't be to the extent he wanted. Peace was possibly too much to hope for, wasn't it?

So he kept about his business, even though he felt ashamed for skirting around captures, but he still very keenly felt the effects of the last time he attempted to intervene. Making pouches for people to take care of themselves was safer- if they chose to carry them. Again, he had no kind of authority to tell people -or even convince them- to do anything. He just hoped they could see how beneficial it could prove to be further on in the future.

He startled a bit when he heard a voice, though a moment later, recognized it as Bakugou's. Pip moved a bit stiffly as he straightened from his bent position, glancing over at him with lined, mismatched eyes. "If only," he answered with a wan smile, rubbing at his face with a paw. "You should take one. Just in case. It's not heavy- you'll barely notice wearing it." Pip was maybe a bit too earnest, but this was important. "They have instructions, too."
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