Caritas, Thursday

[wrongkindofsith]

The flamingo had the bee on its beak. Whenever it needed to do something it couldn't manage with beak or wings along, the bee would hop off and help, though Cara had no idea how exactly it was capable of pushing those buttons hard enough.

Tino, meanwhile, was staring beseechingly at her while gesturing at the bee. "What exactly do you expect me to do? They're hard workers."

Plus his suffering amused her more than it should.

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