It felt like hours, hell he's fairly certain it's actually been an hour since the argument started. He doesn't even know what they're arguing about anymore. It's switched so many times that now they're just fucking loud and exhausting.
It's to the point even their calm members have resorted to yelling to try and get everyone else to shut up.
Wind lets out a heavy sigh and heads over to the one person who still has his head on his shoulders. If not for conversation, given Time's slumped over posture and obvious throbbing headache, then at the least for the civilized company. And that was coming from the sticky fingered fowl mouthed pirate.
"Wow...and they're supposed to be the 'grown ups'." Wind mutters once he gets close.
Time can only muster an exhausted unamused groan in response as he pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Children the fucking lot of them." The little sailor continues as he crosses his arms and shoots a glare at the group.
A soft chuckle sounds from the old man after a moment, followed by amused and mischievous words. "Wanna mess with them? They'd certainly deserve it."
Wind nearly gives himself whiplash as he looks to Time. The old man's lips pulled into a small playful smile as he pulls his treasured ocarina from his belt. Letting it shine in the dappled sunlight pouring through the leaves.
The glint in the older heroes eye brings a wicked grin to the sailors lips. Who was he to say no to such an offer?
With a flick of his wrist he retrieves the wind waker from its protected spot at his hip. Giving it a small little wave as he adjusted himself, the magic falling from the item in soft little stars.
The performance of their oldest and youngest members is completely missed by he feuding group of heroes. But they don't mind. Having every bit of fun that they can with the cheery mysterious little ditty inspire of the shouting. The two swaying together and letting the music flow through them like the wind. Magic prickling at their senses and glee filling them both as they turn their gazes from eachother to the skies. Darkening clouds beginning to bubble into being. Truly rumbling to life and coating that brilliant blue with a blanket of deep swirling Grey.
The shouting not far from them continues uninterrupted and clueless. It's only when their squabbling brothers finally register those first few drops that all hell breaks loose. The storm opening into a well deserved downpour within moments. Quickly working to drench the heroes and douse the flames of petty anger as they all start scrambling for cover.
Wind just relishes in the sight. Grinning widely as the soothing cool drops quickly begin to soak his curls and burrow into his shoulders. The older hero has a pleased smile too as he lets the ceramic instrument rest in his lap. And when a loose congratulatory fist is brought up, the sailor wastes no time in joyfully bumping it as his toothy smile widens. Before taking of running through storming rains with a positively gleeful giggle.
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