Drabble: Shakespeare Drabble (sorta)
Hearing a commotion, Link ran up the steps into the kitchen. He could hear swearing was coming from their bedroom. Stopping short, Link struggled not to laugh. Wes was jumping, twisting & turning, colorful words escaping his mouth. Link grabbed his bouncing brat demanding to know if he was hurt.
"NO" Wes growled as he finally finished pulling on the tights.
"You aren't going to the Renaissance Faire in those tights, Babe".
"You're kidding, right"? Wes whined.
"Nope, the only person enjoying this view is me, now change or we'll be late". Slapping Wes' ass as he left the room.