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Wyrm’s delightful spring nap was brought to an abrupt end by the incessant explosion of Bunny through the door. “Helloooo Wyrmie, my dearest friend! I bring you such wonderful, exciting news. Oh, I just know you will be absolutely astounded to hear!” Wyrm gave a very drowsy, long blink at Bunny in confusion. He stood-- rather slithered-- upward in all of his snake-like glory, greeting back with a big stretch and yawn. “You’ve just interrupted my very important afternoon nap, thanks for asking,” he glared at Bunny. “And why are you in my house, you can’t just freely go aro-” “Oh don’t be such a drama queen, this is much more important than your little beauty nap!” Bunny cut him off with equal dramatics. “What is it this time?” Wyrm asked exhaustedly, both from ruined sleep and knowing that “adventure” means becoming more tired. Bunny was constantly dragging him along on these “fun!” and “exciting!” adventures, and he had reached his limit for possibly a lifetime. He eyed his basket