A/N - One day I'll manage to write something longer than a one/two-shot. Maybe. For now, have a teeny little ficlet inspired by a conversation with WerepuppyBlack.
"You do realise your hair's actually gonna fall out one day?" Link commented as he watched Sid attempt to dry her hair with a damp towel.
"Bald Sidders," Mot snorted, breaking out into a huge grin.
"Oh shut it. I'm not gonna go bald," Sid glared. She dropped the towel when her hair was as dry as it was likely to get and turned to the mirror. "How do I look?"
"White," Mot said with a nod.
"Kind of the point," Sid laughed, examining her white - yes, white - hair.
"You look like an old woman," Link grinned.
"I don't think many old women have lip rings and skull tattoos," Mot frowned.
"I'm kidding," he rolled his eyes, narrowing his eyes as he looked at Sid. "Looks good," he finally said. Sid blinked.
"Did you actually just give me a compliment?" She asked, smirking. "You're actually being nice to me?"
"I can be nice... sometimes."
