With sapphire orbs eyeing her for a moment, Link let out a small sigh and placed his lengthy sword back into its sheath on his back. The corners of his lips curved down a bit at her comment, but he began to speak in his usual, soft tone.
“Thanks – I think.” Pause. “So, who are you and why are you in my house? If you need something, you could just ask.” The young man felt an uncomfortableness in her presence and wasn’t sure what to think of her just yet.
[ ;A devious smirk flitted onto Meg’s lips upon witnessing the shuffle of discomfort inflame within the blond. Silently awkward situations, the rigorous fleeting of smiles, and overly conspicuous mood drops happened to be the Grecian’s specialty—not that she minded, though.
It was all part of the job, after all. ]
“Aww. Chin up, buttercup—I don’t bite,” Meg cackled, the ever-present smirk amplifying to an immense degree. “And hey, there’s no need for you to spout out assumptions left and right; disturbing you was not my firsthand intention.”
