P-969: Junebug

Omega dragged her hand down her face with a sigh as she looked down at Junebug and her new friend, Beetibite. Both stared up at her in turn, confused and mildly frustrated. That made three of them. The young woman put her hands on her hips as she looked down at the pair, the gears screeching in her head as she tried to get the words together to articulate what she was expecting. Normally, it was fine! Normally she could figure this out! But usually? She only had...