I'M TIRED OF CRYING ☆ reading class

[bink.]

//OOC

Based on his looks, it wouldn't be expected that the little crow dubbed as Bink was capable of reading. Reading was something he enjoyed, as a matter of fact. If he thought really hard, vague memories of reading books about birds came to mind, which struck him as ironic. Was it a real memory? Wormwood's call had brought it to his mind - maybe, he hoped, reading with them would help him remember more.

Shuffling over to the big cats with a mixture of steps and hops, the avian tilted his head while he inspected the various books spread out on the ground, seemingly focusing hard. No distinct memories came to mind. Maybe he hadn't seen these books before. Feathers ruffled with mild disappointment, he lowered his body to the ground, shifting while he got comfortable. These books seemed a lot bigger than the ones in his memory. What little snippets of memory he had, anyway.

Bink looked up at Wormwood. "I know how to read, but I wouldn't mind reading these with everyone. I think I can help, too." He clicked his beak softly. "I-I mean, if that's okay with you."

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