On the West side of Clock Town, two young women could be seen occupying a quiet alleyway, engaging in a strange dance. These were the partially famous Rosa Sisters, already at work in practicing their next act.

"Man, dat festival was whack, no cap!" The elder vented.

"fr fr" Agreed the other.

You see, the three-move performance taught to them by the green kid didn't seem to really catch on that well due to it's simplicity and repetitiveness; the fact that it was all plagiarized from some failed entertainer named Kamaro didn't help either. In light of this, the Rosas were in a crunch to come up with something new.

The rehearsal had been going on for a couple of hours with no tangible progress, which meant that fatigue and lack of inspiration were beginning to set in. It was for this that one of them decided to take a break.

"brb, I gon' get some mo' coconut water" The elder of them said.

"Aight" The other replied.

Alone, the remaining sibling continued perfecting their upcoming act with about three quarters of a heart; she didn't have as much faith in this new move as her older sister, but it seemed to at least be worth a try. At it's current state, this presentation of theirs was as simple as resting one's hands on the knees in a squatting position and rapidly thrusting the butt back and forth.

She obviously had no confidence that this basic romp (or should I say rump) could possibly make waves.

Coming over from the East, Tingle observed for a moment the strange recital that was taking place; he intended to propose to one of the sisters straight away, but found himself fixated on this bizarre shimmy of theirs. To him, it was clearly some sort of mating call, (albeit the type he would have expected from a baboon) so Tingle was confident that this time would be his break.

"TINGLE, TINGLE, KOOLOO-LIMPAH!"

Sticking with his strategy of sudden introductions, Tingle descended from his balloon with the precise trajectory required to land directly in front of the apparently lovelorn performer. Unfortunately, this well polished entrance of his did not command the same levels of attention as usual; in fact, the revealingly dressed entertainer barely even noticed him.

"Your search is over, oh lonely maiden!" He began "For Tingle has heard your call and is here to be your husband!"

"Really killing my vibe here, fam" The girl dismissively responded, much to Tingle's confusion.

"Umm... it seems that you were expecting a gift..." Said Tingle, pretending to understand what she even said "But rest assured, our lives together will be gifts in themselves!"

With Tingle's continued pestering, the Rosa sister straightened herself upwards with an exasperated groan, already drained of patience.

"Bruh!" She scolded with her fingers on her temples "You are in my bubble! You be like that Karen from the Trading Post, know'umsayin?"

This was beginning to become difficult for Tingle, who could neither see any bubble or recall any Karen woman. Nevertheless, he retained hope that he could regain control of the conversation by reiterating his proposition.

"So! Does Tingle have your hand in marriage?" He asked with optimism.

The girl paused. Since she was then actually listening to the shortstack eccentric before her, it finally got into her head just what was being asked of her.

"Umm... Yikes." She scoffed "Just... I can't even right now! You being real with me?!"

"Ohoho! There is no need to be nervous! Tingle will be right beside you every step of the way!" Tingle assured, mistaking the sister's bafflement for overwhelming joy.

"Yo yo yo!" Said the voice of the older sister as she returned "What's goin' on here?"

"It's that incel from the swamp." replied the younger "Jus' yeetin' hisself over, sayin' he wants to marry me and stuff!"

"Not sure if based or cringe..." The older commented.

Around that point, this strange dialect was proving to be too much for Tingle; he always considered himself an open minded fellow, but this cultural barrier was proving to be too great an obstacle for him. Dispensing with proper goodbyes, he deemed it best to simply start up his balloon and move on, leaving the two girls to chatter amongst themselves in their peculiar language.

Having taken another loss, Tingle decided to call it a day and retire back to his home for the night; he knew a bad run of luck when he saw one and found himself drained of energy. To his comfort though, bad luck never lasts forever and he was sure a good rest would recharge him for when the real prospects showed themselves.

"This just wasn't the right day for Tingle." He assured himself "Tomorrow is always a chance to start anew!"

Meanwhile however, the Great Fairy watched as the Southbound Tingle faded into the distance. She had been observing the entire fiasco unfold from afar, yet she was actually quite satisfied with the results.

"He hasn't caused any injures all day today." She said to a nearby fairy. "Let us just hope he doesn't give up on this marriage thing anytime soon..."