WHAT I LOOK FOR IN A GUY:
- a great smile
- blond or brown hair
- blue eyes
- pointed ears
- the triforce of courage
- I want Link
Everyone hated the first days of any sort of lab related science class because that meant lab partners for the whole year. It could either be the best day or the more miserable day of the year. Link didn’t care one way or another. Granted science wasn’t his strongest suit so maybe having someone who knew a little bit more than him would help but he wasn’t hung up about it like someone. Specifically someone sitting behind him since their teacher announced it was time to get assigned.
“Please be Zelda, please be Zelda, please be Zelda, please…”
Link turned around to see Groose hunched over with his fingers crossed muttering to himself. Link wanted to roll his eyes but Groose caught him looking first.
“Not Link, not Link…”
Has everybody read CrazyGurlMadness’s fic about drunk Link? because you should. Drunk Link is the best Link.
They had delivered the half-drunken history major to me at a little past midnight, hurrying off in hopes of avoiding death threats and a firm cuff on the head. I had given Groose and Pipit a firm bruising of the egos with my verbal abuse for delivering my flat-mate in such a state, but they had high tailed it out before I could curse them anymore than I had already insisted on doing so.
Had I said ‘half-drunken?’ I was mistaken, Link Forrester was closer to half dead than half-drunk.