Reading was one of his better skills, something he had picked up along his travels with the aid of some loners. They had also taught him to write, and while his handwriting was hardly legible at times, he still considered it a skill of his. He enjoyed stories, both reading and writing them. His storytelling skills were subpar. The thought made him laugh quietly under his breath, barely audible, even to himself. As Paperpaw meandered through the palace, he stumbled upon a room with books. By the look of it, they were abandoned, as as he entered the room, dust coated his paw pads with each step. It wasn't so much a library as it was a room left behind by a former member. So he thought, at least. Despite his fears telling him to turn tail and leave, he pushed through and tiptoed further into the abandoned space.
It seemed that others were following closely behind him. A quiet chatter could be heard behind him as he eventually drew to a halt, eyes sweeping the room. He then glanced behind him to see kits and pups of various shapes and sizes, all staring at him rather eagerly.
"We know you know how to read," one of them piped up in an accusatory, but teasing tone. Her face lit up as she motioned to the books on the shelf not too far from where he stood. Paperpaw pursed his lips as he followed her gaze, eyeing the books with a cool, narrowed gaze.
"One story," he told them with a soft sigh, padding forward so that he could pluck a book from the shelf. Their cheers caused him to roll his eyes, but he didn't let them all see. It wasn't so much anger or frustration. It was more annoyance and irritation, though in a sibling-like manner. He set the book on the ground after he had turned to face them, hazel optics peering down at the cover. His eyes flickered up to the children, observing their features and faces. They all seemed so excited. He wondered briefly what it was like to be a child. He wished he could be so immature.
"Once upon a time..."