Pumpkin Landing Part 1
A/N: I'm going to try to write a bunch of short stories as they pop into my head, so I will accept suggestions!
"Hey, Rusta." The old man did not move. Keet shook him again, gently. "Rusta! Oy! Rusta! Get up!"
But he didn't stir. Keet surmised this was because of the large amount of pumpkin soup swirling around comfortably in his gut. He sighed and gathered his belongings so he could head home.
"Whatcha' doin, Keet?" came a sweet, sing-songy voice. A girl opened a door and skipped lightly to where he was standing.
"Hi Kina," his face turned red. "What are you doing here?"
Kina giggled. "I work here, remember?"
"Right," he said, staring at the floor.
"Would you like more soup?"
"Actually, I was just heading home."
"Oh. Well… see you tomorrow, I guess."
"Yeah." He could feel the tips of his ears getting warmer.
Kina sighed. "I was just wondering…."
"Hmm?" Keet perked up a little.
"I-It's nothing. Forget I said it."
"Oh. Okay." He turned to the door, somewhat deflated. He stopped short when he heard musical giggles.
"What's so funny?" he asked, spinning on one heel. Kina straightened up suddenly and slapped on a serious face. "You are so different when Link's not around," she observed.
"Huh?"
She smiled. "Whenever you're with me, you turn red like I'm embarrassing you. But when Link comes, you act like a completely different person."
"What's so funny about that?" he repeated.
"Well… you get really high-and-mighty, and you try to place yourself above him. But it looks funny on you, since I know you aren't normally like that!"
"A-and?"
A little smirk slid to her face. "There's only one explanation for the mood swings," she hinted.
"What?" Despite his shyness, Keet was growing impatient. "Look, I have to go home now-"
"Come help me harvest the pumpkins tomorrow," she said in a rush.
Keet was taken aback. "What?"
"Will you help me in the pumpkin patch tomorrow?" Kina said, slower. "I could use a few extra hands."
"But I thought that you had that mole-guy that Link brought you," muttered Keet bitterly.
Kina laughed. "Just stop by tomorrow. It'll be fun!"
"Sure, why not." Keet shuffled his feet a little before saying, "I'll head home now."
"Take care!" she said with a smile.
"Thanks."
He made it to the door. Without warning, he was pulled underneath the counter.
"What were you doing, talking to my little angel?" demanded Pumm.
"It's okay. She just invited me to help harvest some pumpkins."
"Oh, is that what they're calling it now?"
"Wha- no!"
"I'm warning you, boy, if I see anything funny…"
"Of course not!"
Pumm stared at him. "You'd better hope not. Now get out."
Keet picked himself up and dusted off. As he walked outside, he wondered what just happened.
