« Midna held out her wrists, pressed together. He just *stared* at them with his freaky, one-eyed mask, the zip tie hanging limply at his side. "You sure?"

"Yes, Link. Consent given. Hurry up."

Nodding, he wound the zip tie around her wrists and threaded it through, leaving room for her to slip free if she wanted. Midna rolled her eyes tightened it with her teeth.

"Keep it loose," he urged.

"We're trying to look convincing here." Her hair plucked the bag from the carpet, tossed it over her head, and drew the string so it wouldn't fall off.

"You seem a bit eager."

"My hair could still strangle you." »