Link: If I had had to, I would have, but I didn’t have to. See, I had this little fairy who lives in my hair, and she had a choice between sewing me up a new hat from the same material (and I refuse to wear just any hat), or drowning and/or burning to death, because it’s not like she was wearing the magic tunic.
Small, annoying, and greatly missed - but she knew when to put her little ball of fairy rage aside and pick up a sewing needle.
I hope she’s got a magic hat to live in wherever she is now.
Link: Um…I am a Gerudo? So…like this I guess?
Hunter: Like a savage, violent, classless creature that would rather live in a painfully bright, openly hostile sandbox, than a pleasantly dark cave like a civilized person.
In all seriousness, I’m not very familiar with the male-Gerudo style of dress - if I had to chose between Ganondorf and Link…yeah. Ganondorf. Closer to Ganondorf.
I’m not an immature six-year-old, like some people, and don’t play pranks. Unless you count the time Malon asked me to tell Hunter she needed to change the time of their date to an hour earlier than it had been scheduled and I allegedly told him to show up an hour later because last I checked I’m not a messenger. Then when I happened to walk by as she was standing and waiting for at least thirty minutes and she asked me where Hunter was, I told her he was hanging out with Link because I guess that was more important to him than their date. I wasn’t there when she found them both, but I’d say yeah. It affected Link too.
You mean the giant pearl I stole from the two-faced wizard? I stuck it in my pocket and as soon as I find a merchant stupid enough to buy something like that from a Gerudo, I’m selling it for enough rupees to buy my way out of the Hylians’ stupid winter holiday.