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[kingofthisworld]

Am I being punished once more? The Sages certainly have gotten creative.

[A pause]

Is there someone listening? Would you kindly tell me where I have ended up?

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[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

Please, don't stop on my account.

[She steps out of the shadows, traditional attire replaced with a neon green tank-top and a pink pair of shorts. There's a little white flower sewn into one pants leg. Admittedly, they don't fit very well--made for women much shorter than herself--so there is a looot of skin showing.

Just be happy she decided you were worth a shirt.]

You weren't doing half bad.

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He turns to greet her. But any greeting he had formed died in his throat. He was expecting her imp form. But this? Remembering his decorum, he faces the piano once more, to keep from staring outright.]

So you've sought to harass me in person, have you?

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

[Omigod.

YAY.

That. Is a wonderful reaction.

Grinning widely, she comes around to lean against the piano, directly in his line of sight. Will you continue to ignore her now that you've no excuse to turn around?]

Of course. Keep playing.

[She raps the wood with her long fingernails.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He looks up at Midna, refusing to allow his eyes linger longer than necessary. He knows her game. Because he is guilty of playing it himself. So she shouldn't think she's won. Not yet, anyway.]

Yes, Your Majesty. [And there is mockery in his tone, as he resumes playing.]

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

Tell me; Does my form surprise you, my great greedy pig?

[She can't help herself. Even if he lies, she knows she did. Denying it would be admitting it. Admitting it would be a wonderful stroke to her bloated ego.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

Of course. You have gotten much taller since we last met.

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

And you have gotten shorter.

[Snicker.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He barely acknowledges her insult. But instead closes his eyes and continues to play a somber melody.]

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

Now...what calls a man such as yourself to the Goddesses greatest invention?

If you don't mind me asking?

[She wonders how long it will take before they are both sick of their faked politeness.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

I would think the same force that brought you here.

[He is already tired of it.]

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

[She giggles.]

I meant music.

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

I am a cultured man, Midna.

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

[Leaning forward, she presses a lower note in time, adding to a cord.]

Do you enjoy it?

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

I would not be playing if I did not.

[He stops, dropping his hands from the keys all together.]

What do you want?

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

[She ignores his question.]

I ask because I've known 'cultured' men, and they rarely do the beautiful things because they enjoy it.

It's simply expected of them.

I find it tragic.

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

You behave as though you know me so well, Midna. Surely, you know then that I do as I please.

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

This is true.

[Her painted eyebrows rise up. Don't stop on her account, Ganny.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He falls silent and after a moment he begins playing again. This time a familiar melody from Hyrule.]

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

[Leans against the piano and listens quietly.

For now.]