⏝︶Builderman 𖦹 ♯002

((USER—TELAMON))

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A perfectly ordinary day, approaching evening, shone through the window. Bilderman drank his coffee, sitting in the kitchen and looking out onto the street. The weekend had finally arrived, which meant he and Telamon could relax together. 𓂃۶ৎ Somewhere nearby the rustling of soft feathers was heard. The builder listened. From the room he shared with Telamon came the sound of some fussing and his friend's intense puffing. Bilderman placed his mug on the table, adjusted his glasses, and trudged into that very room. When he entered, the following picture appeared before his eyes: Telamon, sitting on the bed in crumpled sheets and blankets, diligently tries to untangle the dirty feathers on his wing with his claws. It was so difficult that Telamon literally tore out the dirt along with the feathers. Hmm... this undersized bird clearly has a hard time maintaining such huge and beautiful wings.

•🔨— Telamon, your feathers are getting dirtier and duller every day. Let me wash your wings?

the builder suggested, looking at Telamon.

• Some time passed. Builder is sitting with Telamon in the bathroom, holding a brush and soap. Telamon, clearly nervous, glances incredulously at the filled bath with foam. *

•🍗— Do you really need so much water?.. •🔨— Yes, Tela. Don't grumble.

• replies the builder, trying to figure out the best way to deal with this winged fatso

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