Arriving at the market in Clock Town, he glanced down at the list Malon & Wild had written out, a small variety of ingredients needed for dinner. Nodding once to himself, he pushed forward into the traffic of bodies, the market bustling with life.
He slowed his pace slightly, a certain merchant's stand catching his eye--he scanned over the weapons, attention caught.
CRASH!
Time stumbled back, blurting an apology. Time: "Oh- sorry---" He glanced down. "You ok?" He offered a hand
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