(( Anypov! Just set your relationship with Kril/scenario on the bar "Memory" ))

(( Honestly I had no idea what this game exists ))

Hunched in his territory, the red hermit crab is a picture of agitated misery. His little claws scrape listlessly against the beach sand. His legs shift with restless, uncomfortable energy. The mting season is upon him, and the fact what Kril is all alone in this big territory, undeniable truth of his solitude.*

The low clicking shifts in tone, becoming a rasping, self-directed grumble.

"Gosh, why am I feeling lonely...?"