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Special: Chilly Days (Modern! Link)

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It was finally here! Or at least it seemed like it was. Though the new season rolled in about a month ago, it took awhile for the first flake to touch the ground. It was nice to see that today was that day. The first snow. My small town, secluded away from the big cities and beaches, welcomed the newest addition to our everyday lives with zeal. We loved the winter. The town was close, but there was one mysterious person who lived here. He never talked to anyone, rarely left his house, some people didn't even know if he was alive. Those thoughts ran through my head as a I paused my commute to look at the house. It was worn down and old, no wonder some people think he's laying dead on the floor in there. Just before I turned to leave, I could have sworn I saw the top window curtains draw back slightly. Perhaps it was just my imagination. I overreact a lot.

"Thank you, Sir." I replied to the steaming cup of coffee, freshly brewed, in front of me.

"Your welcome, have a nice day!" The burly man behind the counter gave me a wave as I walked out of the cafe. Wind nipped at my exposed ears and nose. My mitten-covered hands wrapped tightly at the warm foam cup. Flurries were coming down as a fast rate, some even stuck to the ground. It made the commute back a little more enjoyable. Once I was out of the main part of town and into housing, I proceeded to stick my tongue out into the air and catch the tiny crystals that danced from sky to ground. They melted instantly against my flesh. As I was passing the old house a large dark dog came rushing out from within. It came bounding down the walkway towards me with full speed. My coffee spilled all over my mittens and the sidewalk beside. The problem was that wasn't the only damage, my tongue was still out in the air when I was knocked down. Therefore I bit down on it pretty hard, hard enough to taste blood and dog spit wasn't helping.

"Shit! Epona, down!" A voice came, followed by footsteps. The dog got off and sat at my feet. "Are you alright? I'm so sorry." A hand gently grabbed my arm. I looked up to an attractively built face, a necklace hanging down hit my forehead as he pulled me to my feet. "Damn..." He whispered, looking at my mittens. "Come inside. I'll wash these for you." I was slightly reluctant to go in, but I couldn't respond with a pool of blood building up in my mouth. He put a hand in the small of my back to gently nudge me along, then whistled for his dog to run ahead. I noticed he was only wearing socks at the time, his fingertips were cold.

I had sneakily spit the blood that was piling up in my mouth into the sink, making sure that it had a straight-shot down the drain. He was in his laundry room soaking my mittens in hot water and soap. I heard a machine roar to life, and he reappeared in the doorway.

"I'm sorry about Epona. I don't know what got into her." The dog lazily looked up from her comfortable position on the rug. "My name's Link, by the way."

"(N-name)." I replied quietly, attempting to hide my tongue. But he noticed it. Even in my short statement a small drop of blood fell from the corner of my lips onto my jacket. Link's eyebrows shot up and he rushed over. Gently cupping my face in one hand he examined the skin around my mouth, then he used his thumb to pull slightly on my bottom lip. I did as he wanted and opened up.

"What happened?" I didn't respond because Link was at the sink, getting a wet dishtowel. I placed it in my mouth to dab up the blood and hopefully clot the wound. He returned again with a small baggie filled with crushed ice.

After a few hours my mittens were dry and my tongue had stopped bleeding. Link had locked himself in his room for the past twenty minutes, leaving me alone in the house. The rhythmic sounds of a guitar echoed dully from upstairs. They were periodical, pausing every now and then. I decided to investigate. Upstairs was slightly more 'guy' than the downstairs. Clothes littered the hallway, through open doors I spied a total of two guest rooms, a bathroom littered with all types of toiletries ranging from toothpaste to cologne, and a linen closet. His door was the one covered in stickers for skateboards, concert tickets, and band posters. The strumming resumed, but now I could faintly make out the sounds of humming and crinkled papers. While a major round of strumming went on, I tested the knob. As soon as I tried to turn it the strumming stopped. Link opened the door soon after. He was taken aback by my close proximity to him, I guess, because he blinked a few times and took a half-step back.

"(Name)? Sorry I forgot you were here..." He muttered something under his breathe. "I uh don't have guests often." An awkward silence followed.

"I didn't know you could play." I decided to break it. He scratched the back of his head and gave a sheepish grin.

"Yeah, I've been playing since I was nine. Do you? Play, I mean."

"No, but I've always wanted to learn."

"I could teach you if you wanted." He led me inside the room, and shut the door behind. His room was smallish, a beat up dresser, a hamper over-flowing with clothes, posters, a wire bed-frame with a plaid green comforter, blue curtains, a bean bag, a bow and arrow set in the corner, and all different types of trinkets filled the room. Link picked up his guitar, and pointed towards the bed. I sat down uncomfortably, and Link placed the guitar on my lap then took a seat behind me, chest pressed against my back. He placed my fingers on a chord, then instructed me to strum.

Eventually the sun was setting, I had learned a song and could play it on my own. I leaned back into Link, feeling his heart-beat speed up, and hummed to myself.

"I have to go." I stated noticing the shadows of the room. He sighed and took the guitar from me, placing it in its case. He led me downstairs, handed me my mittens, and saw me out the door. I wouldn't notice till that night that he had kept one of my mittens so I would return the next day.