Marshy ducked and pulled her hat low over her eyes as a second pot exploded on the stone wall directly behind her, narrowly missing her face and showering her with shards. "You little Hylian bastard! Pain in the ass!" Nahid screamed from the doorway, amongst several other indistinguishable insults as she released a third pot.
"I knew you were low, but not this low, you little whelp! After all I've put up with! Stealing from my personal-"
"Come on, I've done worse!"
"You're going to lose more money than I stole at this rate, Nahid. Would you stop throwing the pots already?!"
This did not seem to help her situation as the next object that came hurtling towards her was a traveling bag. "Come on, Nahid- you can't be serious," Marshy said, smiling knowingly and shaking her head. Given, Nahid did seem a slight bit more angry than usual, but it didn't worry her. She'd only pawned a few of Nahid's authentic Gerudo trinkets. Only a few- and they hadn't even been worth that much.
"I'm completely serious, Marshmallow." Marshy's smile dampened. She hated it when people used her own name as an insult.
"All they ever did was collect dust! You should be thanking me! They just laid around the house taking up space and being useless!" Marshy reasoned.
"Kind of like YOU," Nahid smirked.
"My father won't stand for this!" Marshy argued, stomping her foot; a pitifully false defense, but a defense nonetheless.
"Your 'father' won't stand at all as long as he keeps drinking. And still he's not as much of a leech as you are!" Something about the expression on Nahid's face made her uneasy. As the reality of her current predicament slowly sank her face went pale.
"W-well, where on earth am I supposed to go?" There were too many people she knew who'd like to strangle her in her sleep if she were to live on the streets.
"I don't know and I don't care. Far away from here, preferably," Nahid said with a carefree wave of her hand. At least she seemed to have calmed down and wasn't trowing things anymore....
"And my debts?"
"Consider them gone. I happen to know you've got enough debts to worry about for the rest of your hopeless life and the longer you live here, the more money I end up losing. I just want you gone. You're lucky I haven't slit your throat. Why, when I lived in the desert-"
Marshy heaved a great sigh, making it quite clear how much she cared about what it was like for Nahid in the desert. As far as she was concerned, the Gerudo Desert was a place she was never ever going to go and if she ever did end up there she was as good as Kokori meat, based on all of Nahid's descriptions. There was no need for her to go to dangerous places like that, Din forbid.
"As you wish, Nahid," Marshy bowed dramatically, pressing her hat to her chest, "I can see I'm no longer welcome here. I knew this day would come! A chick has got to leave the nest sooner or later! But don't you worry, Nahid, I'll make you proud! I know you'll miss me!"
Nahid rolled her eyes, "Right. Well, all of you belongings are already in that bag. If you ever come back, I'll plant a knife in your forehead. Goodbye."
With that, the door to the Cucco shop slammed shut with such force that the sign, dangling from a single nail, flew off and clattered into a puddle on at her feet, splashing her boots. The sign seemed to stare up at her mockingly. It's silver letters read:
W&N's Cucco Emporium
Poultry and Fresh Eggs
Eggshell and Cucco Merchandise
Skin and Beauty Products
Since taking over the shop, Nahid had started selling her own invented egg-based skin products. But there was nothing funny about that. Nothing at all. Even though, as Marshy's grip tightened on the traveling bag in her hands, containing what little belongings she had to her name, she couldn't help feeling like she was the one with egg on her face.