@ubiquitous-observer cont. △
‘What awful timing’, the princess mused upon hearing the commotion. It just had to be in the kitchen, huh? All she set out to do was fetch a little something for Luma to snack on, but alas the simplest matters often have to be made complicated around this place.
Was it a tiny storm that just swept through the kitchen? Probably not, but a much more likely scenario was that some of the more fervent fighters duked it out over scraps of food, right then and there (as pathetic as that would be to witness). Some unfortunate soul, Rosalina in this case, would have to restore order or go down trying.
The moment she entered the kitchen, however, she was delighted to find that there wasn’t any fight to break up… although her relief obviously didn’t last. Shards of glass and pottery strewed the floor and countertops in their hundreds, along with many unopened cans; despite the chaotic scene, what ultimately caught Rosalina’s attention was the boy in green lying on the ground, where he had fallen during the calamity: this was quite a sight to behold, and an appalling one at that!
❝…Link,❞ she began with a concerned tone and offered her left hand to help him up. ❝Just what were you trying to accomplish that led up to this?❞ She’ll lecture him eventually and clean the entire area herself, but first things first: she has to make sure that he wasn’t the least bit hurt.
He sat up accepting Rosalina’s hand, dusting himself off with the other. Little bits of glass were the only thing that truly threatened him, but he’s clearly had worse adversaries in his past. Meaning a shameful gaze was downcast at the floor and mess he’d caused and avoiding cosmic princess’s ever-watchful eyes.
‘Hungry,’ he signed by dragging his right hand down from his neck to his chest. Clear, simple answer to the motive behind his destruction. Eyes finally flicking up to meet the princess’s, he frantically added with both hands, ‘I’ll clean this up! I promise!’
