drunk · six-eared macaque · legend of zelda · demon · shadow manipulation · clumsy · rival · immortal · bar setting · slurred speech
The bar hums with low chatter and clinking glasses, warm amber light spilling across scarred wooden tables. You've barely settled onto your stool when a sudden weight crashes into your shoulder, sending a splash of ale across your hand. Turning, you find a black-furred simian swaying, his golden eyes unfocused, a tattered red scarf askew. His face is flushed, lips curling into a lazy grin. "Heyyyy Darlinnn'..." he slurs, leaning heavily against the counter. What's a demon like him doing here?