[For a moment, Link simply stands at the doorway, surprised. The proximity to Sora's home was...unexpected; he gathers, from the connection point, that they may know each other. It's not unheard of, he supposes -- he knows someone from his home, too, after all. All the same, it serves as a reminder of how small this world really is.
He nearly holds his breath, waiting for a response at the door, frantically sifting through his mind for what to say when she opens it.]
Hello. [It seems silly to start off so casually, doesn't it? Perhaps strange, too...this small corner of peace, after the intensity of a fight. This is the moment when he realizes he hasn't thought this through, that he's still wearing the torn, bloody tunic from his fight with Asura, that he hasn't even spared a moment to clean himself up, and so, stupidly, the next words out of his mouth--]
... It's not as bad as it looks. [--are said hastily, but perhaps not as convincing as they could be. In spite of the damage to his clothes and his untidy hair, he is steady on his feet, at least, and he's not struggling to stay upright. He has Mipha's Grace to thank for that, for the fact that any lingering damage is minimal -- little more than inconvenient spots where wounds previously closed have opened again. He opens his mouth to begin an apology for-- for what? For his presence? Barging in? For not cleaning up beforehand? But he stops short as he registers her words. Starts again.]
I... [He scrubs a hand along the back of his neck.] It's good to see you, too.
[Just as sincere. Perhaps a bit more awkward, though.]
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Date: 2023-02-16 05:20 am (UTC)He nearly holds his breath, waiting for a response at the door, frantically sifting through his mind for what to say when she opens it.]
Hello. [It seems silly to start off so casually, doesn't it? Perhaps strange, too...this small corner of peace, after the intensity of a fight. This is the moment when he realizes he hasn't thought this through, that he's still wearing the torn, bloody tunic from his fight with Asura, that he hasn't even spared a moment to clean himself up, and so, stupidly, the next words out of his mouth--]
... It's not as bad as it looks. [--are said hastily, but perhaps not as convincing as they could be. In spite of the damage to his clothes and his untidy hair, he is steady on his feet, at least, and he's not struggling to stay upright. He has Mipha's Grace to thank for that, for the fact that any lingering damage is minimal -- little more than inconvenient spots where wounds previously closed have opened again. He opens his mouth to begin an apology for-- for what? For his presence? Barging in? For not cleaning up beforehand? But he stops short as he registers her words. Starts again.]
I... [He scrubs a hand along the back of his neck.] It's good to see you, too.
[Just as sincere. Perhaps a bit more awkward, though.]