Talk:Tam Song/@comment-2A02:C7D:4B01:3F00:AD43:130D:BFD:C0BF-20190813125523

I want this to happen:

Three consecutive knocks on the door. Two more. Three again. Letting out a small groan, Tam placed down the stuffed dragon and said, “Linh, stop knocking! Do you remember our fifteen minute rule? Mr Saltboy and I are in the middle of a heated debate about our previous book!” His eyes turned to the side slightly and glared at the dragon. “And by the way, Percy Jackson and Rachel Dare were not meant to be, you idiot!”

“Sorry Tammy, I’ll come back in a bit,” Linh’s voice responded, soft and gentle. “But don’t talk to me in that tone again, mister. I know you get invested but that’s just rude.”

“No, no, no, Linh, I’m sorry!” Tam pleaded. His face softened when he heard a small giggle from the other side of the bookcase. “Does anyone know about my secret room yet?”

“No, of course not. It’s our secret, just like our fashion shows.” Another small laugh. Tam’s face lit up with a smile and he rolled his eyes in exasperation. His face flushed red with embarrassment. All he did was control the lights whilst Linh giddily tried on clothes and asked for Tam’s opinion. Light footsteps padded away and Tam settled down with his pillows and blankets. Picking up his books and aligning his stuffed toys again, he flipped the pages to where he left off. He did not want Mr Saltboy to win this debate.

“Back to where we were. Salt boy… no need to interrupt me! Fine… Mr Saltboy. Percy and Rac-“

The bookcase swung open and there, with that annoying smirk plastered across his face, stood Keefe. A single tear rolled down his cheek as his whole body shook. Running a hand through his hair, Keefe propped himself up on the frame of the entrance. “So. What are we doing here?”

Tam frowned and yelled, “LINH!”

“Oh yes, calling for your sister will make you more of a man.” Keefe laughed. “I’m joking. She could drown me in a matter of seconds. Oh and that was me speaking earlier. The fashion show thing… now that you can blame Linh for.”

Standing, Tam stalked over to Keefe. “Don’t you dare tell a single soul about this!”

“I could tell you the same.” Keefe sat down amongst the pillows and picked up a book. He patted the bean bag in front of him and said, “Now, where did we leave off?”