don't need a costume, I'm already a freak

Tempo was glad that the young man seemed at least the social type. Shaking his head and Tempo visibly breathed a sigh of relief, some part of him had been so scared that he'd somehow cursed the entire damn continent by choosing to leave. The boy finally spoke and Tempo fixed his violet gaze on the young man.

"Thank the gods." He breathed, before realizing how weird that made him see. "Sorry I mean, it's weird as all heck. But I was born here and left for some time, it made me worried things had changed a lot in my time away or that I somehow..." Tempo stopped, both his tongue and his paws. Suddenly pretending to be, and subsequently actually becoming, very interested in the colony of bats that flew overhead, shedding a soft purple light. Huh, odd, and very distracting.

"Tempo Destruction"