“Tingle still has rupees to make, rain or shine!” The fairy man explains, a wide smile on his face despite the pouring rain. He’s almost been hit with lightening once or twice, but the cartographer has remained unharmed- for now. His balloon, however, was a wreck, and the fairy was now stranded on the ground, unable to get anywhere as he normally would.
“Tingle would have shelter here, but no one will Tingle in- they won’t even let me stand under their awning!” The map maker cries in dismay, crossing his arms. The poor guy’s completely soaked and his goatee hangs from his chin in a sad way. “Could Tingle follow you for now? Tingle’s spare balloon was popped…”

wait, so he was just going to follow him around ALL DAY? it wasn’t like the hero had anything better to do with his second day. he was going to trot on over to the Stock Pot Inn and pick up that room key, after-all. there were only so many days that he could go without sleep before FINALLY collapsing of exhaustion; he figured it’d be better to to that in Clocktown than anywhere else.
but he couldn’t really say no, could he? at least THIS way, the man could get out of the rain. he was a little surprised that he hadn’t taken refuge inside of the clock tower. ..then again, with the guy inside, he could KINDA understand why.
❝ um. yeah, sure. i guess. ❞
(Source: tunicisms-blog)

