The seventeen year old is playing a song on his ocarina, to match the fury of the storm. He's safe enough (probably), seated by a window, watching the lightning with mild glee.
Labwork
Whoops.
Whoops.
Link stared at the smoldering remains of what used to be a chair, his long ears turning a bit red at all of the sudden attention he'd just gained due to his spectacular failure.
"Uh....sorry...."
He hesitantly poke the pile of charred wood with the toe of his boot. The bits crumbled to ash as soon as he made contact with it.
Link | Legend of Zelda, Ocarina of Time
The seventeen year old is playing a song on his ocarina, to match the fury of the storm. He's safe enough (probably), seated by a window, watching the lightning with mild glee.
Labwork
Whoops.
Whoops.
Link stared at the smoldering remains of what used to be a chair, his long ears turning a bit red at all of the sudden attention he'd just gained due to his spectacular failure.
"Uh....sorry...."
He hesitantly poke the pile of charred wood with the toe of his boot. The bits crumbled to ash as soon as he made contact with it.