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"You," Kaya had said sweetly, pointing at Sparrow, "are a genius. So strong. So small. So 'cute'."
Sparrow hadn't known why he was suddenly being complimented, but he'd felt a really, really bad feeling crawling up his spine—like the universe was about to drop a piano on his head.
Before he could even process that feeling, he was here. Dressed like this. Betrayed.
He looked back at Kaya with pleading, trembling eyes.
She just mouthed, "Don't worry. This person 'really' likes cute things."
Sparrow wanted to scream, 'THEN WHY DON'T YOU DO IT?!'
But Kaya and the others just turned their heads, pretending they couldn't hear him.
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Sparrow stood there in his ridiculous disguise—fake hair flopping, lipstick smeared on his tiny bird beak—staring at the giant guard who was now looking down at him with an expression of pure delight.
"Oh my GODS!" the guard squealed, his deep voice cracking into something disturbingly high-pitched. "You're 'adorable!'"
