DON'T GIVE IT A NAME // OPEN

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He startled a bit, more so because he wasn't expecting anyone than because of Owen's appearance, although the size difference was notable. Pip wasn't worried- while most of the people here could be violent, they didn't usually mistreat each other to the same degree, and he didn't think they wanted to agitate his father. His mismatched gaze lifted up to the creature, and he shook his head rigorously, a quiet chuckle in his throat. "No, arthritis isn't the apocalypse!" Maybe some people thought it was? Pip didn't think it was the same as the end of the world. Aching bones weren't comfortable, but there were treatments for them, although he wasn't certain if they worked a hundred percent of the time. Not everything did, as he was quickly learning, and for some hurts and illnesses there were plenty of solutions to try, but for others not so much. He would want to change that, if he could. It would be a long way to go, and he barely knew anything.

The pup smiled at the stoic feline, unmoved by his frigid exterior, and his head bobbed into another nod, ears flopping. "Both! But I already know how to read. I'm just getting better." He wasn't offended by the implication that he didn't know how to- he didn't think the Reaver meant it that way. "I'm Pi-Peppino, but Pip's shorter."
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