climbs on the back of the couch and sticks a flower crown on his head before trying to bolt and falling face-first onto the couch cushions instead
He could hear the boy’s little feet coming from a mile away, but thought nothing of it, far more preoccupied with the novel in his hand which keeps his mind away from the --- rather colorful characters he’s found himself among.
But they can’t seem to leave him alone.
When he lifts his head in mild surprise, the flower crown promptly slides off and into his lap. Ganondorf stares down at it, breathes in, then reaches one hand over to where the little boy has clumsily found himself face-first in the couch and grabs him by the back of the shirt to set him upright.
“Be more careful, child. You’ll hurt yourself running around like that.”