>>95910483
Kretyn took a seat. The grass was soft on his butt and felt good. He was relieved to not be stealing anymore. It might have been making the worm sad, after all. Kretyn wanted him to be happy instead. He introduced himself to the worm, but to his surprise it said nothing back. Maybe the worm did not like him? Oof. This hurt Kretyn's feelings. Oh! An idea. Sometimes those popped into his head, and ever was it startling when they did. Kretyn would learn to speak the worm language. He would need to find a teacher...