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..... I don't think they succeed at this. At all
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How had this gone so wrong this fast? This wasn't some strength testing task or ridiculously difficult glass carrying, this was something Chayote was sure they could do! It was paperwork! Rasputin was good at filing, and Chayote was a quick writer. This was supposed to be easy, and yet....
"Chayote, help!" Rasputin whined as Chayote was struggling to write with four vines at once, and there was a fluttering of paper as Rasputin's papers flew away from him.
"I'm kind of busy!" Chayote growled, not looking at him, scribbling madly at the papers. "What's the square root of squiggle?" She asked. "Wait, that's a six." She corrected herself as she pulled the paper closer, writing down the answer. "What is math even doing in this pile?".
"I dropped the papers earlier!" Rasputin was chasing after the lost papers, which seemed like they were never going to land, a breeze always sweeping it up right when it looked like it was landing. "I might have picked up the wrong papers!" He added, grabbing the out of place math equations and putting it down on a nearby desk.
"Are you kidding me?" Chayote groaned and began flipping through the stack and tossing the odd ones away, Rasputin struggling to catch them. This was going to take longer than she thought.

Description
..... I don't think they succeed at this. At all
Task: pmdunity.deviantart.com/journa… for
Short description of exactly what happened:
How had this gone so wrong this fast? This wasn't some strength testing task or ridiculously difficult glass carrying, this was something Chayote was sure they could do! It was paperwork! Rasputin was good at filing, and Chayote was a quick writer. This was supposed to be easy, and yet....
"Chayote, help!" Rasputin whined as Chayote was struggling to write with four vines at once, and there was a fluttering of paper as Rasputin's papers flew away from him.
"I'm kind of busy!" Chayote growled, not looking at him, scribbling madly at the papers. "What's the square root of squiggle?" She asked. "Wait, that's a six." She corrected herself as she pulled the paper closer, writing down the answer. "What is math even doing in this pile?".
"I dropped the papers earlier!" Rasputin was chasing after the lost papers, which seemed like they were never going to land, a breeze always sweeping it up right when it looked like it was landing. "I might have picked up the wrong papers!" He added, grabbing the out of place math equations and putting it down on a nearby desk.
"Are you kidding me?" Chayote groaned and began flipping through the stack and tossing the odd ones away, Rasputin struggling to catch them. This was going to take longer than she thought.