The large lion wasn't exactly the most cuddly person in the world. Of course, the main exception was Draekon, and in some cases his brother when they both needed comfort, but other than that he tried to keep his distance from others. He liked his personal space, and he found that being a pretty huge and intimidating lion made it that most of the time, others kept their distance from him. However, he found that this was one of the few occasions where he wanted somebody to hold him. Truthfully he wanted Draekon to be the one holding him right now, but Worm knew that he couldn't make the walk all the way to their meetup spot right now. His back legs were aching way too much right now, and he knew if he walked all the way through the swamp and the surrounding forest area, he'd collapse long before he ever got to see his boyfriend for today. He could've tried flying, but he still didn't have a very firm grasp on it, and he didn't want to get stuck between Tanglewood and the Pitt in the same way he would if he had tried walking all the way there. So instead he had stayed inside of camp, sort of just lounging around his house and his porch, seeming restless and unhappy for most of the day.

He had eventually decided to go on a walk around town to try and burn off his excess restless energy, despite the fact that it was making his back legs burn already. When he saw Poetking on Moth's porch with a bunch of pillows and blankets all over him, he had blinked in confusion and looked around, before noticing the sign on the wall with the crude drawings of what appeared to be a slumber party. He hesitated for a moment before slowly moving up beside his brother, his ears pinned to his head and a soft and lonely sigh leaving him before he questioned both his brother and Moth, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Is this... slumber party thing open to everybody? Or is it just something that the two of you planned together?"[/glow] He wouldn't mind leaving and going back to his house, just snuggling underneath the blankets and sleeping for probably the rest of the day until he felt less like curling up and dying. He didn't know why he was in such a depressive state right now, but he really wanted it to just go away.

Blinking and chuckling, Wormeood mumbled softly as he moved inside, his legs still aching a little bit, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"I don't mind talking and eating, but I've gotta lay down the entire time. My leg still hasn't healed all the way up from the incident with Vathmos yet, so I can't stay standing still long."[/glow] He glanced around the little house with a bit of a smile on his face before he slowly moved over to the pillow constructed cave, carefully laying down as not to disturb stuff and watching Moth and Poet in amusement. He didn't mind embracing his more childish side, especially considering he had never really had a very nice and relaxing childhood in his actual early life.

Looking up as Crow and Feza approached the party, the now comfortable and lazy lion let his head rest down as he flicked his tail slowly in greeting. He knew both of them fairly well, but neither were exactly his best friends, so he figured this could be a good opportunity to know them a little better. While, at the same time, also resting his injured leg and relaxing. He could already feel his eyes beginning to droop as Moth asked if he wanted to play truth or dare, but he managed a small nod, mumbling softly as he needed the pillows and blankets around him beneath his claws, while also being particularly careful not to rip them, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"I guess we can do truth or dare if you guys want. Can't say my truths won't just be pretty depressing, though."[/glow] He let out a dry and soft chuckle as he shook his head, knowing that if anybody asked him a truth about his childhood, they'd probably be in for some kind of tragic backstory thing. Truthfully he probably could've circumvented it by just picking dares, but he wasn't sure if he trusted his group mates not to come up with incredibly bizarre dates, especially if Beck ended up showing up at some point.

When he tried to think back to the last time he had a slumber party... he really didn't come up with anything. Back in the pride, he hadn't had very many friends, even with his parents being the leaders – although this might've been slightly because his parents constantly acted like he was satan incarnate, and that might've driven others away – and slumber parties hadn't exactly been something that most lions were interested in. He had spent a couple of nights with his boyfriend back in the pride, but he wasn't sure that counted as a slumber party when it was just the two of them, and he was pretty sure visits with Draekon didn't count either. He had to admit that he liked his space when it came to space, since he liked spreading his legs out as far as he could, and now his wings as well, but he could put up with possibly sleeping near others for now at least. After all, he could sleep pretty well curled up into a ball next to Draekon, so he could deal with a few other group mates just sort of... around, and not directly next to or on top of him.