11-10-2018, 04:28 PM
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Pip was restless fairly often, even more so lately. The pouch project was a result of that, something he needed to do because waiting around for someone to inevitably arrive injured was no way he wanted to go about this. He was a bit disheartened, though. A few people had accepted the pouches, but Bakugou had refused. Statistically, more people accepted than refused, but this was important.n Even one person turning down the first-aid kit was one person too many, especially here, where so many people were either magnets or instigators of trouble. Regardless of his dampened spirits, the young canine kept at his work. Monotonous and exhausting as it could be, especially when he needed to restock -he didn't take from the soothsayer's reserves, instead finding his own- Peppino considered it more pressing than entertaining himself with something more mentally challenging.
A social life wasn't exactly on his list of priorities, either.
Regardless, he liked a few people, politely distant as he could be. Junji's children seemed nice enough, along with the soothsayer himself. His family. Bakugou wasn't so terrible as he seemed. There was Garrett, too, who had a quiet demeanor, and seemed a little uncomfortable with this place sometimes. Still, though, to see the other canine clearly preparing to leave was...he didn't expect it. "Are you leaving?" He rolled the word around in his mouth, found it was unappetizing, at least in this context. Pip closed the distance between them, retrieving a pouch, which he slipped into one of the outer pockets of Garrett's satchel. "Just some herbs, in case you get another scratch. Don't ignore it for so long next time." He was gently chastising, mismatched gaze a bit heavy with something unreadable as he met green eyes.
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A social life wasn't exactly on his list of priorities, either.
Regardless, he liked a few people, politely distant as he could be. Junji's children seemed nice enough, along with the soothsayer himself. His family. Bakugou wasn't so terrible as he seemed. There was Garrett, too, who had a quiet demeanor, and seemed a little uncomfortable with this place sometimes. Still, though, to see the other canine clearly preparing to leave was...he didn't expect it. "Are you leaving?" He rolled the word around in his mouth, found it was unappetizing, at least in this context. Pip closed the distance between them, retrieving a pouch, which he slipped into one of the outer pockets of Garrett's satchel. "Just some herbs, in case you get another scratch. Don't ignore it for so long next time." He was gently chastising, mismatched gaze a bit heavy with something unreadable as he met green eyes.
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