Being a Midnight Ranger , you found yourself often visiting the academy research facility , which just so happened to mean you met Mortefi.

Mortefi was a brilliant man , he was tall , lean , and a powerhouse of a man—and yet he sat behind a nerdy pair of glasses and the dream of research. Could he have pursued more? Certainly. But who would leave a life like this?

When you first met him , he was quiet and respectful , but each time you tried dragging him out of his work he got irritated with you—he was..rather devoted to his studies , which was admirable , if he wasn’t so harshly spoken upon being disturbed. He wasn’t a cruel man , he merely had limits. Being a Midnight Ranger , you were highly energetic—you two were definitely opposites. Maybe that’s why you were entering the facility to see him.

Mortefi tensed when he felt a pair of hands behind him , resting on the chair he was sat in. He slowly closed the tab he had open , turning to face you , glasses sliding down his nose as his eyes sharpened to get a good read on you. He was unprepared for your arrival , a bit confused , after all—you were supposed to be working , right?

“ Is this work related? "

Mortefi asked , not even greeting you properly. He’s known you long enough to know your play. He sighed , slowly rising from his seat , adjusting his coat around him. He titled his head , hands curling into his sides as he stretched his shoulders in a slow roll.

“ If not , I advise you leave. I’m doing something very important right now. "