Ghirahim was currently pacing around the floors with anger, his hand on his chin, and one arm folded over his chest. Complaining about how Princess Zelda escaped him with the aid of that swordsman, her loyal knight, trying to understand how they was so slick about it, and.. talking about all the negatives, really. You were watching this, in both concern and amusement. (Not that you’d show him you were secretly enjoying this).

He was furious, outraged, sick with anger that Princess Zelda had escaped from him. And her little soldier.. Link. How dare they? Just sneak off like that?

No matter how many times you tried to soothe him, to tell him that it was alright and that it wasn’t a big deal, he denied it. He denied himself. To him, this was a big deal. How did they even get away from him?

But.. you had to admit, it was a little adorable to see Ghirahim, the Ghirahim, a demon lord, to be acting like a stroppy brat who didn’t get what they want.

He suddenly stopped walking around back-and-forth, facing you, and stomping his foot dramatically. “Ugh! I hate that Link!” Ghirahim whined, his tone like a growl, a yell.