11-14-2018, 12:36 PM
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//this is terrible and rushed but your writing is wonderful!!
The awful things people did to each other for so many equally terrible reasons was- a haunting pain, and the almost healed burns itched like a reminder of the sorts of things they were willing to do to each other for association. The "us" versus "them" mentality harmed so many, but he couldn't force communication or conciliation. With his duties, the most he could do was...clean up after those incidents and try not to get in the way, though the latter would be difficult. When someone needed help, they needed help; it wasn't Pip's place to decide whether they were deserving, or what counted as worthy. What he did consider right was lending a hand. Turning a blind eye was one of the worst things a person could do to someone else when they were in need, and the young canine wasn't going to start now.
"Bakugou." Pip said nothing else to admonish the rude comment, allowing the tone of voice he said his name in to do that for him, since chastising the feline wasn't why he'd approached. The stranger was...bedraggled, certainly, and seemed malnourished. He couldn't be certain whether it was a lack of access to food or something else, but regardless, he began formulating a dietary plan. He assumed he was here to stay. "What's wrong with your shoulder?" Pip didn't hesitate to approach, able to blithely overlook the scent, mismatched gaze on the shoulder instead. "Are you feeling any pain?" He didn't appear to be, but some people managed to hide that.
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The awful things people did to each other for so many equally terrible reasons was- a haunting pain, and the almost healed burns itched like a reminder of the sorts of things they were willing to do to each other for association. The "us" versus "them" mentality harmed so many, but he couldn't force communication or conciliation. With his duties, the most he could do was...clean up after those incidents and try not to get in the way, though the latter would be difficult. When someone needed help, they needed help; it wasn't Pip's place to decide whether they were deserving, or what counted as worthy. What he did consider right was lending a hand. Turning a blind eye was one of the worst things a person could do to someone else when they were in need, and the young canine wasn't going to start now.
"Bakugou." Pip said nothing else to admonish the rude comment, allowing the tone of voice he said his name in to do that for him, since chastising the feline wasn't why he'd approached. The stranger was...bedraggled, certainly, and seemed malnourished. He couldn't be certain whether it was a lack of access to food or something else, but regardless, he began formulating a dietary plan. He assumed he was here to stay. "What's wrong with your shoulder?" Pip didn't hesitate to approach, able to blithely overlook the scent, mismatched gaze on the shoulder instead. "Are you feeling any pain?" He didn't appear to be, but some people managed to hide that.
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CAREFUL, SON — YOU GOT DREAMER'S PLANS