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A chilly wind whipped around Link's lithe form as he walked towards his apartment, thoughts focused solely on getting inside as fast as he could. He reached one hand into his pocket as he approached its door, absentmindedly probing for his keys while shivering.

A snicker from behind broke the silence, however, and Link whirled around to see his next-door neighbour, Sheik, smirking at him.

"Forget your keys, Link?" he asked.

"Just quit the games, Sheik, and tell me where you hid them," Link snapped. Then his voice softened. "Sorry."

"Oooh, touchy, are we?" Sheik smirked sarcastically.

Link glared at Sheik, his blue eyes burning daggers into the other man's red orbs. He sighed.

"Look, Link, if you want your keys, you could try looking in your other pocket," Sheik murmured. "I was wondering, though, can I come in for awhile? Auntie has...guests...over and well..." He trailed off.

"How did you know?" Link asked.

"W-what?" stammered Sheik.

"That my keys are in my other pocket?" he prodded.

"I've known you for two months," Sheik laughed. "You always put them there when you leave, and you always forget when coming home."

"Oh, I do not," Link rolled his eyes, unlocking the door and chuckling. "Come in, if you must."

Sheik followed Link in, looking around at the various pictures hanging from his walls. The boy always seemed to have something new, particularly in the poster department. His red eyes stopped on one that read "Hero Parking Only. Any solicitors will be fed to the cuccos," and snickered to himself.

"Which one are you looking at?" Link asked, following his friend's line of vision to the poster in question. "Oh."

Sheik grinned, shrugging. "I like it. Where'd you find it?"

"Oh, you know," Link smirked. "On my travels."

Sheik nodded. He'd never understood his friend's love of printed (and sometimes very raunchy) posters, but then again, Link didn't understand Sheik's own love of hats.

"I also bought this," Link said, holding out a colourful hat to Sheik. "You can have it, if you like."

Sheik's eyes went wide. "Wow," he murmured. "A rasta hat. I don't have one of those!"

Link grinned widely. "I know. Do you like it?"

"Mhmm," Sheik answered, rushing over to the mirror and trying it on. "Well? How's it look?"

Link's breath caught in his throat, and he had to cough a few times before he answered. "It suits you."