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Link didn't mean to slam the door in the strangers face. Well, no actually he did. He didn't mean to be rude about it, but he definitely meant to slam the door.

It's just...of all the ways he thought his morning would start, having green clad stranger knock on his door was not one of them. Never mind a stranger, armed to the teeth, asking him about his name of all things.

He takes a deep breath, steadying his heart rate and pushes himself away from the wooden surface behind him. Though only in his mid teens, Link likes to think he has a keen eye for trouble– Damned Goddess knows he wouldn't have lived this long if that weren't the case – and right now his better sense is screaming at him to walk away and ignore the shadow he can see shift awkwardly under the door gap.

But hell if he isn't a little curious.

Link is a little dissapointed in himself with how short his internal debate lasts, before caving to his worse judgement, and with a groan he turns around and pulls the door back open.

The man is still there. Honestly, Link isn't sure why he is suprised.

"Sorry," he says, arms crossed and not sounding the least bit remorseful, "Can I help you with something?"

"Uh-"

The brown haired traveler blinks wide eyed, taken aback by either the curt tone, the door slam or some combination of the two. Guilt from his rudeness laces through the pit of Links stomach when it becomes clear that the stranger doesn't know how to respond, and he drops his arms, stepping aside and gesturing for the brunet to come in.

"I was just about to start breakfast, we could discuss whatever it is you have come for over toast."

It is by far the most uncomfortable meal Link has ever had in his life. They don't actually do any talking, each man munching on the slightly burnt pieces of bread in total silence. His visitor spends the majority of the meal looking everywhere but at Link, eyes darting from one object to another in poorly disguised fascination before looking away as if afraid to be caught. For his part, the blonde takes the time to observe the newcomer. He can't be much older then himself, his limbs gangly in the way of a teenager still coming into their body. With the plain green tunic over worn brown undergarments and hair that looks like it has never seen a proper haircut in it's life, Links guest looks alarmingly...simple. If it weren't for the arsenal of weapons piled by the door and the faint sense of magic emminating from the teen, Link would think the stranger normal.

"Thank you for the food," the traveler says after he has finished eating, and Link is struck by the genuine gratitude over what was an admetedly poor meal.

"Don't mention it." He shrugs. "So what can I do for you?"

The teen shifts in his seat.

"I saw your sign out front. Is uh, is your name Link?"

The blonde nods.

"Yeah, but the shop is closed. My-" he pauses for a moment, considering how best to describe Ravio other then as a sometimes roommate, "-my business partner is out of town, and he does most of the running of the store."

"That's- that's not what I wanted to ask about. I'm a little lost." The teen admits sheepishly, "Things look familiar but I can't quite place where I am and I was wondering if you-"

Link misses the rest of the question, mind caught on the way the other man said 'things look familiar'. His sense of trouble is tingling again, urging him to acknowledge the growing familiarity at the situation.

"Hyrule," he states, cutting the other off. "You are in Hyrule. Not far from the castle."

"Oh," the traveler deflates, and Link finds his hope for a normal morning slipping further from his grasp. With dread gnawing at his stomach, Link swallows and steels himself to ask the question he is absolutely certain he doesn't want to know the answer to.

"What did you say your name was?"

The stranger sucks in a breath, expression pained and slowly, watching for how his host will react, responds.

"About that..."

Link doesn't try to remain polite, and wails as his head hits the table.

Link was having a very strange day. Not the new one, the old one. The one who had a door slammed in his face. That one.

It had been a normal day, or as normal as things ever were for him, though a normal day by his standards already involved a considerable amount of hijinx and thus what most would consider to be a normal day would have been a very strange day for Link due to the uncharacteristic lack of hijinx.

She opened the door to a very particular sight. Two young men both armed to the teeth but with different mannerisms. One was dressed in green and brown and looked very relieved to see her for reasons Malon couldn’t comprehend. The other was dressed in a red, green and blue combination and had far too many rings and an odd pink streak in his hair. This man was glaring off into the middle distance muttering angrily about a door stealing his door so Malon decided to address the first stranger.   

“Good morning to you, how can I help you?”

The green clad lad rubbed the back of his head in an uncanny resemblance to her husband. A uncertain grin spread over his face and Malon internally braced herself for something out of the ordinary, she had developed something of a sixth sense for these things. (She’d have to with a significant other like hers.)

“Good morning ma’am. My name is Link and my-” he paused, as if he was uncertain in how to refer to the other as, “traveling companion and I are a bit lost.”

Malon opened the door wider for the two of them, she had a feeling they’d end up staying for longer than Link or his friend thought they might be.

“Why don’t y’all come on in and I’ll go save Link from the horses. I think y’all might have some things to discus.”

Both Malon and the younger Link jumped at the sound of a loud thump and turned in unison to see the red clad boy smacking his head on the wall of her house. The wife of Link was more than certain his name was also Link too.

So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the “bad” thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, “I’m uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.”

Once we stopped calling things “problematic” and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, “that’s racist” or “that’s misogynistic” or “ew capitalism gross” out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, “Uhhh... I’m not sure what’s so bad?” and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.

Happy anniversary Lawrence and Linda Flynn Fletcher

And happy birthday Vanessa 🎉🥳

i mean you gotta assume he closed his other eye right. RIGHT??