I'M TIRED OF CRYING ☆ reading class

[wormwood.]

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Wormwood didn't notice Selby approaching at first, since he was so used to the medic being silent and soft in their every interaction that he barely noticed him closing in until he felt a tentative tap on his shoulder. Turning to face the male, he immediately noticed the faint excitement that the other's voice betrayed, and he almost laughed when he heard the anticipation in Selby's every word. The only reason he didn't laugh was because he knew just how much reading could influence a person, as it had influenced him since he had finally learned how to. He had learned how to read just a bit after everything with Poet had happened back in the pride, and he had needed something to calm his upset mind in those hard times. He had turned to stories, particularly those of legend, or the very same storybooks that he had given Rhea when he had brought her the basket. Those stories had made him feel less alone, and horrible, and the characters taught him how to be calmer and more kind, especially to himself. The storie had desperately made him wish that his parents had been as kind as the families that had so often been in the stories. Although there were some that made him feel sort of better about his family, like the story of Cinderella and her horrible stepmother and sisters. At least Poet had always been kind to him. Poet would always be kind to him, he was sure.

A soft smile coming to his golden muzzle, Worm mumbled softly to Selby with a firm nod, [glow=#165042,1,400]"Of course you can help, Selby. I'm sure you'll be very helpful to the class as a whole."[/glow] He liked Selby, and he liked the other's calm demeanor compared to a lot of the members of the group, so he wouldn't mind having Crow's son around to help with the class. Hopefully if they spread the work between all of them, then nobody wouldn't get anything out of the class in the end. That was pretty much Worm's worst fear, that nobody would actually learn anything about reading, when all he wanted to do was help the illiterate members of the group so that they could enjoy the stories that had given him so much comfort all those years ago. After all, he didn't know everybody's life stories here, and maybe some of them could need the comfort that old fairytales – or any other book, really – could provide them with. Even if they weren't having any troubles, stories could still just make you happy, and Worm wanted everyone in Tanglewood to be happy.

And then he was snapped out of his warm and caring thoughts by the arrival of someone he had never actually even met before. Looking up as the wolf approached, Worm opened his mouth to say something – he wasn't sure what yet, perhaps an introduction, or a welcome to the class – but he was suddenly interrupted by Miami's rather vulgar self introduction. The male pinned his ears to his head for a moment before taking a deep breath and grumbling lowly, [glow=#165042,1,400]"The whole point of this class is to learn to read these books, in case you didn't notice what we've been saying."[/glow] Normally he wouldn't be so passive aggressive at somebody he had just met, but it wasn't exactly like Miami had been particularly nice when he had approached in the first place. When the wolf seemed to settle down and seemed to come around to at least listening to what he had to say, Worm couldn't help the small grin that came to his face. Flicking his tail in Miami's direction, the lion purred deeply as he nodded, [glow=#165042,1,400]"No, I don't suppose it can hurt. I should introduce myself to you anyways. My name is Wormwood. I don't believe I've ever seen you around here."[/glow]