He leaned back, his thoughts returning to Waddle. Where was that guy? His curiosity gnawed at him, refusing to be ignored. He was just about to lose himself in thought again when he felt someone bump into him—not accidentally, but with a purpose.
Ty glanced to his side, and his eyes widened slightly. There, settling down beside him with a sly grin, was Waddle.
"You again," Ty said, keeping his voice low as he shifted to face him. "You wanna tell me how you know about Earth?"
Waddle's grin didn't fade; if anything, it grew wider. He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Straight to the point, huh? I like that," he said, his tone casual.
Ty narrowed his eyes, impatience flaring. "I'm not in the mood for games. How do you know about Earth?"
