11-17-2018, 11:55 AM
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Pip never thought of anything relating to knowing or helping people as a waste of time. It didn't matter whether the people chose to stay in The Typhoon, or if they even stayed for long- to only care insofar as membership was concerned created a very divisive barrier he didn't want to be apart of. Maybe he did care too much. That wasn't really up for debate, but he thought if everyone just cared a bit more than they did about each other, if they made an effort to understand rather than oppose, fewer people would walk through scarred from awful encounters. However, while he wasn't doubting they were capable of reaching compromises, he wasn't so naive as to think it was in the near future, or that it would last. In living here, he'd become very aware of the many facets and sides of people. Aggression and cruelty matched by kindness and charity, though maybe not so often as he would like.
But he had also learned he was no one to try and change that. He could only do his best, and he wished- he wished that would be enough, one day.
For now, he was dissatisfied with himself, gathering more plantain leaves to tuck into the first-aid pouches he was still working on. The sound of the bell -which had never agitated him, maybe because he knew it was ridiculous to hate something inanimate- distracted him from his work, and he set aside what he'd taken to investigate. He arrived to see Bakugou and another already there with the stranger, who had clear discomfort with his mechanical leg. Pip assumed it was the nature of the attachment. It didn't seem that they had used a cap on the limb as the connecting piece- instead, whoever did it had merely attached the limb directly, and Pip barely managed to suppress the wince. The poor skin was likely agitated and raw, and who knew how soon after the loss that it was installed?
"If it is your leg, I can do what I can for the skin. I have a friend who-" No. Garrett was gone. He'd left. "Ah. I'm certain we'll find someone who can look at the mechanical aspect."
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But he had also learned he was no one to try and change that. He could only do his best, and he wished- he wished that would be enough, one day.
For now, he was dissatisfied with himself, gathering more plantain leaves to tuck into the first-aid pouches he was still working on. The sound of the bell -which had never agitated him, maybe because he knew it was ridiculous to hate something inanimate- distracted him from his work, and he set aside what he'd taken to investigate. He arrived to see Bakugou and another already there with the stranger, who had clear discomfort with his mechanical leg. Pip assumed it was the nature of the attachment. It didn't seem that they had used a cap on the limb as the connecting piece- instead, whoever did it had merely attached the limb directly, and Pip barely managed to suppress the wince. The poor skin was likely agitated and raw, and who knew how soon after the loss that it was installed?
"If it is your leg, I can do what I can for the skin. I have a friend who-" No. Garrett was gone. He'd left. "Ah. I'm certain we'll find someone who can look at the mechanical aspect."
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