IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STORM // o, campfire

[shadow=CD8C95,right]TADASHI HIMURA BASKERVILLE[/shadow]

I'M BAD BEHAVIOR BUT I DO IT IN THE BEST WAY !

Tadashi sat down, near his cottage, with a fire blazing at his feet. He simply took some sticks and some flint... plus a sword. The rest is history. Tadashi did not like fires. No. He hated them. With every fiber of his being. However, he knew that a fire was the way to stay warm here. So he tolerated it. He didn’t want to share — but dearest Tashi was supposed to be kind. Supposed to be nice. So he figured he would. Hey some poor, cold souls some warmth. That also meant he could study them.

With a sigh, the Kishu looks back and calls, "If anyone’s cold, I got a fire here!" All he had to do was share the warmth. He wasn’t going to share anything else.

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