Twilight had stopped at a corner to check his phone again. “-called The Lunar Cycle, it’s a three-day EDM festival that usually hosts a bunch of famous DJs, but Sky and I are going to try for a spot because why not, y’know? I just need to come up with a good set list and- Hey, what gives?” Despite the fact that they could fly, Rito shuffled slowly along on the sidewalk with everyone else. Zora haggled over fresh produce at corner stands. Gorons and Gerudo sat having brunch at open air cafes. It wasn’t unusual to see people walking around in sequined skirts, or frighteningly inappropriate footwear, or red and white masks, or neon fishnets. City dwellers were also a bit more fashion-forward than he was used to. Twilight was getting more used to city life, but he still was amazed by the sheer number of people he could pass in a day, not seeing the same person twice. They wound through city streets, weaving in and out of the crowds, passing busy storefronts and markets. It would be a twenty minute walk, but the weather was pleasant and Wild was chatty as ever. Twilight pulled out his phone, looking up the address Legend had given him. “Not this time.” Wild huffed, nervously fixing his ponytail. “I’m sorry, man! He started asking me questions and I freaked out, I had no idea what I was doing!” Twilight and Wild both grimaced as they descended the front porch steps, breakfasts sloshing heavily in their stomachs. The older man continued, “Aren’t you going to get some sleep?” Hyrule stopped, drawing a long sip of coffee from his mug, watching Time with a red-rimmed stare. As he reached for his bag, Time stood to brew a new pot. His hair was damp and his scrubs were fresh. Hyrule reentered the kitchen, depositing his banana peel in the trash and emptying the rest of the coffee pot into a to-go mug. As they chatted among themselves amicably, Time gradually lost interest, picking up the next section of his paper. Time quirked a brow as both boys tucked into their breakfasts with determination. “Yep, and that.” Twilight pulled up next to Wild at the counter, pouring himself a bowl of the same cereal and adding a splash of orange juice without hesitation. “Lib-ary,” Wild helpfully offered around a mouthful of cereal. “Oh y’know, just getting to know the city a little better, maybe get myself a new pair of sneakers, grab some lunch.” “Oh, just have some errands to run this morning.” Twilight returned his smile as he moved to refill Time’s coffee mug, maintaining eye contact. “Good morning, Twilight.” Time set down his newspaper, smiling with amusement at the younger man as Twilight poured himself a coffee. Wild imperceptibly relaxed as the weight of Time’s gaze was lifted from him. “Good morning!” Twilight chirped a bit too loudly as he entered the kitchen. Time kept his gaze even, not so much as blinking as Wild poured orange juice into his bowl full of cereal. Time shifted his newspaper down to look at Wild directly, his expression unreadable. “Yeah, Twilight and I have some errands to run this morning.” He pulled a carton from the fridge and grabbed a box of cereal from the cabinet, settling down at the seat farthest from Time at the counter. “Good morning, sir!” Wild made his way into the kitchen without looking at Time. “You’re up early this morning,” Time greeted Wild. Hyrule merely grunted on his way up the stairs. He had drained half of his mug by the time he made it back to the kitchen door, nearly colliding with Wild on his way out. He walked into the kitchen like a zombie, pouring a mug of black coffee to the brim and grabbing a banana from the counter. Regardless, his handshake was firm and confident. His scrubs were wrinkled - but thankfully unstained - and his socks were mismatched. “Hyrule,” he muttered, offering his hand by way of introduction. He shuffled into the kitchen, setting his backpack near the door and marching directly over to Time. It was 9:15 when the creak of the front door announced Hyrule’s entrance. From behind his newspaper, Time would watch the various vagrants that had invaded his home wander in and out, peering sleepily into the refrigerator or helping themselves to some coffee. Sundays were also a blessing because Wild worked late on Saturday nights, meaning the kitchen was closed for breakfast. He woke up at a leisurely 8:30, dressed in a polo shirt rather than an oxford, and spent much more quality time with his coffee in the kitchen. Sundays were the one day during the week that Time permitted himself some rest. The good stuff (legend of zelda) Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 45,453 Chapters: 7/7 Comments: 316 Kudos: 1,073 Bookmarks: 175 Hits: 16,844 Part 1 of Linked Universe Townhouse AU Next Work →
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