#optimisticredlink

For a long while after entering his shop, Red would hear the tapping noise of tiny footsteps behind him. But whenever he’d look? A swoosh sound would be the only evidence that there had been anyone there at all. After several minutes of this, there’s finally an instance where the source is still there.

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Debbie stretched a bit as she stepped out of the Warp Ring before dismissing it, her hand enclosing around it as it shrank. She then pocketed it as she looked around at her surroundings, trying to gauge weather she should take her varsity jacket off or not.

He didn’t know where he was. Didn’t know who he was. Didn’t know what he was.

It was a long list of things that he was... unaware of, but there was a short list of things he was confident on.

He was confident that he was... not meant to exist and, coupled with that knowledge, that he had to hide. From... someone... in particular, but who that someone was he couldn’t recall. Which meant he had to hide from everyone until he could. 

It felt a bit exhausting but at least he would be... safe?

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“Wha-?“

He mumbles out stirring out of his sleep from a voice though, he doesn’t remember actually falling asleep out here luckily there had not been any monster attacks or people coming by with ill intentions or else he’d of been defenceless, but it was nothing that they had not done before.

Sitting up he rubs the sleep out of his eyes just now noticing an ache in his back mostly from him sleeping with his sword and shield strapped to him good to make sure there weren’t people around to steal his stuff again, but not the best to sleep in.

“Oh, Hello.”

“Didn’t think there would be people coming by this way. Shouldn’t you be more worried about monsters around here?“

The merchant gave a grin in response to that question. How sweet. This kid was worried about him. Tortus himself wasn’t quite worried though. He had adventured many years by himself. Faced all sorts of terrible beasties calling the lands their homes. While he was no seasoned warrior, he could defend himself well enough.

"what's a pop tart??”

“A poptart is... th’ best fuckin’ sugary treat on this fuckin’ planet of ours, an’ it usually has a layer of frostin’ on th’ top of it, an’ it’s really good an’ tasty! An’ someone decided it was a good idea t’ take it away.

“You know, there are stories about what happens to people who go into these woods. They say that anyone who enters... never comes back out. That there’s a witch deep inside that turns them into monsters.”

The hood of her cloak kept her small smile hidden. Telling tall tales about herself were one of the few ways that Saria still had to pass the time-- and it wasn’t entirely wrong. It just was a fae, not a witch.

for a moment afterwards, wild hesitates, looking from the other link down to his sheikah slate and back again. it was pretty dangerous ... but then again, the other had handled bombs before too.  eh ... what could it hurt? link hands the sheikah slate over to the other boy and crosses his arms with an expectant look ---- a silent ‘well, what are you waiting for?’.