FROM MY CHEST | LOSTish?

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Going out completely on his own wasn't something Pip thought he could do. He'd only recently been allowed out and about, and he had his multitude of siblings to keep him company; wandering alone wasn't very appealing, not unless he had a reason to do it, and he didn't. Not right now. Maybe not ever, though he couldn't see into the future. If people really could predict their own misfortunes, Pip imagined there would be less of them around, but he'd already had his paw on the neck of someone bleeding from several places, so obviously, awful things still had plenty of influence. Just as he'd felt compelled by the injured stranger, the other child several feet from the entrance bells reeled him forward, determined to help even though the two others present could likely handle everything already. Except they were old. Maybe another child might relax him.

"Hi, I'm P-" The pup paused, brow furrowing. He didn't like to say his full name, because he tripped over part of it. "I'm Pip. This is The Typhoon, and you should- you should stay. To rest. There's lots of room here."
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