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.”
Turning around alertly, the swordsman held out his blade at the figure he heard behind him.
“What.. What are you doing here..?”
His house wasn’t exactly where he expected to meet new people, especially this late at night.
No need to be startled, they seem harmless..
[ ;The rusty, silver “shrring” of the weapon pierced through the evening air and threatened to lunge itself at Meg’s throat. Almost instantly, she tossed her arms up in apprehension; hoping to convey her innocuousness to the sword’s bearer.
As her bearings began to make out and trace the stranger’s countenance, however, the auburn felt her unease alleviate. ]
Eyeing his attire in amusement, she stifled a snort. “Nice digs—the charisma reflecting off of you is almost blinding.”
