CALL ME IDOL - open; joining

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Yellow ointment. There were plenty of those out there, even more that smelled weird, but yellow ointments tended to work as antibacterial agents- it made sense, if it was applied afterward, although Pip found...issue with that choice, because there was the possibility that the ointment had slowed the healing rather than assisted. With beginning wounds, thicker products were typically used further down the line; thinner, more gel-like water-based creams were better in the beginning to help the white blood cells, and the canine frowned thinking about it. There probably wouldn't be an issue using the skin creams he had in mind, but he wished there was some way of removing the leg without causing more damage. Whoever helped Chardonnay should have waited months at the very least before attaching a limb. "Is it possible to keep weight off of your leg? I could possibly find something to keep it off the ground." A bit difficult given its awkward proportions, but Pip thought he could manage.

That was supposed to be fortunate. This situation was...less so, the bickering grating, but he knew he should be used to it by now. He wasn't certain if he'd been to a joining yet without some kind of snipping, though- it had never been directed at him, and the mix's shoulders stiffened, mouth a thin line. He did not turn away from Chardonnay to glance at Bakugou, and when he spoke, it was quiet, almost impossibly soft. "As sage, this is my choice. I know what resources I have better than you do, Quartermaster, so if you'll excuse me, I have a patient to attend." Still without even looking in Bakugou's direction, he gave a slight gesture with his head in the direction of the jungle temple. "Please, follow me. I will try to walk the smoother path- I do not want to worsen your leg."

He turned away and began walking slowly, body rigid and gaze dulled.
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