[Tempus wasn't usually a fan of his late shifts at the cafe. He didn't usually need to sleep much anyways, but he was one of the firm believes in "early to bed, early to rise". So when he's let out late, he usually heads straight to his room.
Luckily, he happened to make a quick run past Serif's room, and that is enough for him to catch the glint of light there. He peers inside to see his sibling hunched over a piece of paper. Odd. What is he writing at this time of night?
He doesn't really want to be sneaky, but he knows Serif won't show what he's working on willingly. And the great Tempus is excellent with stealth missions. So he tiptoes over to were Serif is sitting, glancing over his shoulder to see what he can read. Something about him seeing Serif for who he really is? Being disappointed? That doesn't sound right...
He might make the slightest sound of disapproval, alerting his brother to his presence.]
I wasn't sure where to put this. let's go with action at this point maybe?
Luckily, he happened to make a quick run past Serif's room, and that is enough for him to catch the glint of light there. He peers inside to see his sibling hunched over a piece of paper. Odd. What is he writing at this time of night?
He doesn't really want to be sneaky, but he knows Serif won't show what he's working on willingly. And the great Tempus is excellent with stealth missions. So he tiptoes over to were Serif is sitting, glancing over his shoulder to see what he can read. Something about him seeing Serif for who he really is? Being disappointed? That doesn't sound right...
He might make the slightest sound of disapproval, alerting his brother to his presence.]