If I was your woman here's what I do

[destinedtorule]

Characters: destinedtorule and scionofwisdom ; closed
Location: Deck 4, the buffet
Date: Sometime today
Rating: UM. PG-13? idk I suck at this. Will go up if necessary.

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[scionofwisdom]

[Zelda had decided that, after exerting herself trying to break Ganondorf's chains, that rest was the only thing that was going to help with the exhaustion using her magic caused. Upon returning to her room that night, she had proceeded to sleep through the evening and well into the next day, only rising not terribly long ago due to her stomach's incessant growling.

Caving to the need for sustenance, she had donned the more casual attire of leggings and tunic, intending only on taking some food then heading immediately back to her room.

The familiar figure of Ganondorf stops her on her venture to the buffet, and she lingers in the middle of the room, wondering if perhaps she should step back, and vacate the area. Deciding that was a cowardly way out, Zelda pushes her reservations and apprehension away, and moves in.]

Good evening, Ganondorf.

[No reason to not be pleasant, of course. Besides, since her arrival on the deck, Zelda's mood had improved a fraction.]

[destinedtorule]

[Ganondorf is fishing one last egg roll before taking a seat by the door. He isn't in much of a mood to be bothered today. So he is grateful that the buffet was relatively empty. He figures he can eat and be on his way in no time.

He took a bite from an egg roll and set it aside to retrieve a napkin to wipe his mouth when Zelda comes in. He sees her, but does not acknowledge her until she acknowledges him. He puts a hand up by way of greeting.

Like Zelda, his mood has improved since coming to this deck. So company isn't looking so bad now.]

Hello, Princess. You look lovely as ever.

[scionofwisdom]

[Zelda would argue that on a normal basis - she had not been up long, and while she did take care to make herself presentable, she was still a little tired, and it showed in her face.

...Regardless, she inclines her head in acknowledgment of the statement, taking a plate and adding a few small things to it before making her way over in his direction.]

And how are you faring?

[destinedtorule]

Just fine.

[Ganondorf hands out compliments like cotton candy. Unfortunately, it's difficult to decipher when he's being sincere and when he's just being insulting. It's usually a 50/50 chance.]

Please, have a seat. [He gestures to a chair across from him.]