//didnt know what to title the thread, sorry gfsdfdsds
As a general rule, Link should never be left to his own devices in a place where people lived. Sometimes it was fine -- sometimes he just cooked, or occupied himself. But othertimes, he wreaked havoc. One time he accidentally set a town on fire via Shiekah(it didn't have a name, so he just called it by the tribe's name), and it took ages to put out. This ... was one of those times. Not a fire, thank god -- though it's ... something, nonetheless.
Link is the entergetic type, see. He's quiet, softspoken, sticks to a small space, so it wouldn't seem it. But he is. And, in all honest, he's already going stir crazy. He'd been going on adventures, leaving the territory, but it wasn't enough. Maybe someday he'd get used to it, but today was not that day.
See, Link's room was decorated when he got to it. Abandoned, probably -- there wasn't any scent to it, after all. So he just put up small little trinkets he picked up, and left it at that. .. Perhaps the bookshelf was problematic, though, given Link's nature. He'd been trying to put something up, see. A dream catcher he'd picked up from somebody nice. He hadn't planned to put it up, but he was bored. And .. his ceiling was a bit high up. So ... well. Let's just say he climbed the bookshelf. He even hung it up successfully! Way above his sleeping space that he doesn't use to begin with, but there nonetheless.
Which ... brought up the dilemma of getting down. He considers this. He'd used the shelves to climb up, but dogs did not have enough dexterity to go down. ... ... Like a shrine puzzle, maybe? There'd be a shrine that'd involved a turning cogweel and he'd had to climb to the right side before gravity sent him careening to the ground, where he'd have to star over. So ... maybe. So, thoughtlessly, Link's paws latch onto the edge of the shelf, and then, with his back legs, he kicks off from the wall. Quick as a flash, he's up, using the back of the bookshelf to slide down, uninjured, as the bookshelf crashes to the ground. Needless to say, the sound it made was deafening, as the weakened wood cracked in some places. Link barely flinches, but he does wrinkle his nose as he hops to the ground, shaking out his paws. A few books were scattered across the room, now. He had a bookshelf near-broken on the ground, but hey, he was down! He'd count that as a win, just as always. He turns away from it casually, as though nothing happened. He probably wouldn't end cleaning it up -- as long as Link could find his stuff, he didn't care how messy or truly, absolutely disastrous his room was. Even if there was an inconvenient broken bookshelf on the floor.