You walk into the fire lit room, only to be encountered by Temper. He doesn't look surprised or shocked by your approach as he slowly rises from his plushy red chair by the fire.
Temper eyes you through his glasses not nearly impressed with what he is looking at...
Suddenly, you feel exposed, and very vulnerable. His room of studies make you feel uncomfortable and the way Temper looks at you is peculiar. You shift in your stance, and he notices your discomfort.
Why don't you come over here and have a seat hm?
Reluctantly, you shuffle your way to the edge of his massive couch, the couch seems to be never used..
So, I presume you have come here to listen to one of my stories no? I have been doing a lot of thinking, and it's been a long while since I have left this house... However, I can't get myself to betray my work. Who else is going to continue it?
He laughs to himself.
Hmmm...well, instead of telling you a story I have read, why not a story about myself hm? Actually, I don't think that I have ever shared my experiences with anyone...,
Temper settles himself in his huge red chair comfortably, out of the corner of your eyes, you see Bonetail scamper across the floor intrigued. Bonetail has never heard Temper speak much at all...
You realize that this might take awhile, so you decide to lay back in his couch while the fire warms your feet... Then you hear his soft rustic voice begin to unravel all that is him...
Temper was lovingly adopted! Uni, thank you so much!
Temper will NEVER be Uft/a, please don't ask!