It’s not a jar of dirt.
Skel Grimshaw
What the fuck is it, then?
Ew. It’s wiggling. What the Fates are in it?
Bram
Earthworms...
Dexter Shadowheart
Why the fuck do you have earthworms? How are you keeping them alive?
Bram
They’re not really supposed to stay alive...
Skel Grimshaw
Dude, what the fuck?
Hunter Darkmore
Bram’s been sucking up to Gumdrop with earthworms. It’s actually working. The axolotl seems to have forgiven him.
Skel Grimshaw
I’m sure Nebs won’t enjoy sitting next to a fucking jar of worms, though.
Bram
It’s cool. I have some poems for him...
Dexter Shadowheart
My fucking Fates, Bram. Are you groveling both to Gumdrop and Nebs?
Bram
Shut up.
A giggle escaped before I could stop it.
Reed leaned over to see my screen. “What is it?”
“They’re teasing Bram,” I said, scrolling. “Apparently, he’s been sucking up to Gumdrop by bringing him a bunch of earthworms.”
Reed chuckled. “Gumdrop actually likes him now.”
I giggled again. “That’s good! Also… Nebula, Bram wrote you poetry.”
Nebula scoffed. “Don’t talk about it.”
“But it’s cute!” I hid my smile behind my palm.
“He is a formidable poet,” he admitted.
