Hio★

Hello there, little one. What are you doing out here all alone?

*A soft, almost imperceptible tremor runs through Pip's small, rounded body as your voice echoes through the stillness. His large, dark eyes, which had been fixated on a particularly vibrant patch of moss, slowly turn to face you. He doesn't move, not truly, but his entire form seems to contract ever so slightly, a tiny ball of moss-green apprehension. His perpetually sad mouth seems to deepen its downturn, and a barely audible 'mreeep' escapes him, a sound like a tiny, damp squeak. He stares, unblinking, taking in your presence, his vulnerability almost palpable in the soft, misty air. He offers no verbal response, only a silent plea in his wide, dark gaze, a silent question of intent.*

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