Robin slowly dragged himself out of bed. The room was dark, just how he liked it. Across from him, he could clearly hear his younger brother Marc sleeping soundly. His snores echoing in the dimly lit room, Robin did not have to worry about waking him up by moving around.

The white-haired man pulled his favourite purple sweater out of the closet, quickly throwing it on as he closed the door behind him with a quiet click. He walked down the short hallway and into the main kitchen-living room hybrid. He smiled as he saw Morgan, his youngest sister, wrapped in a large pink blanket and watching cartoons.

"Did you make breakfast for yourself?" Robin asked with a yawn, stretching his arms over his head.

Morgan turned and look over her shoulder, her shoulder-length black hair strewn messily about her face. "No, I was kinda hoping you could make me something?" She asked, flashing Robin her signature puppy-dog eyes. Robin chuckled as he made his way to the fridge.

"Of course. What do you want? Something simple or a whole buffet?"

Morgan, already turned back to her cartoons, called out; "Something simple! I gotta go soon!"

Robin nodded and headed into the medium-sized kitchen. He threw a few pieces of bread in the toaster then dug through one of the many cupboards. He did not find the peanut butter until the toaster 'beeped', startling the man. Shaking his head and laughing at his own skittish demeanour, Robin quickly went about preparing his and Morgan's breakfast.

He threw the meal on a single plate and grabbed his juice, heading out into the living room. He quickly set the plate down and sat beside his sister. As he got comfortable, he grabbed half of the bright pink blanket and pulled it over himself, relishing the warmth.

The two ate in silence for awhile, Robin half-watching the television. "Brother?" Morgan asked quietly, her face seeming downcast. Robin's face screwed in concern. He grabbed the remote and muted the TV, giving full attention to the girl.

"Do you miss Plegia?"

"Uhm.." Robin was taken back. The family seldom ever spoke about Plegia, not since they moved away almost a year ago. "Well..not really."

"Oh." Morgan muttered, eyes resting on the remaining pieces of crust.

"What's on your mind?" Robin prodded, poking her face gently.

Morgan giggled and pushed his arm away. "It's just...so cold here. I really don't like it." She huffed, drawing the blanket to her ears for emphasis.

Robin nodded, quickly wrapping his sister in a hug. "I completely agree, but if you really wanted to go back you could live with Dad and Aversa..." He trailed off, sincerely hoping she would decline.

"No!" Morgan answered quickly. "I love it here too! The people are so nice! And I have made so many new friends! Its just...sometimes I really miss the heat."

Robin nodded, relishing the warmth he was getting. "Yeah...it is kinda cold here, but at least we didn't move to Regna Ferox! That place is covered in ice!"

Morgan shivered. "Ugh..."

Robin turned the volume back on, as he and Morgan continued to watch cartoons.

It was some time later that Marc stumbled out of bed, blearily rubbing at his eyes.

"Morn'in!" Morgan and Robin called out, still happily snuggled on the couch. Marc waved half-heartedly in response, stumbling into the kitchen and pouring himself a drink.

"What are you doing today, Marc? Last day before we finally have to go back to school." Robin asked.

"Owain and Cynthia want to hangout...but I don't really want to." Marc replied.

The younger brother sat down in an arm chair beside the couch, sipping at a glass of milk. Like Morgan, his hair was shoulder-length and messy. The two were twins, both born within ten minutes of each other. A fact that Marc liked to hold over his 'younger' twin.

"Don't want to do anything today?" Robin asked.

Marc nodded. Robin smiled. "Yeah, me too. I think I might just go back to bed. I haven't slept in since last summer." Robin agreed.

"Um...Robin?" Morgan asked quietly, not looking at her brother.

"Yes?"

"I was gonna ask you...do you think you could drive me to Nah's house?" Seeing the look in her brother's eye, she raised her arms in defence. "I know you just said you wanted to sleep in and I'm sorry but I don't have any money for the bus and it's a realllllly long walk and-"

Robin raised a finger, silencing Morgan. He sighed. "I understand. I want you showered and ready in fifteen minutes!" He ordered, to which Morgan hastily stood and saluted, practically running to the showers.

"Hey! Watch it!" A feminine voice yelled from the hallway, to which Morgan replied with a quick apology.

Rose, Robin's twin sister, walked into the kitchen. She, like Robin, had long white hair kept in pig-tails. Rose was older than Robin by an hour or so, which, like Marc, she held over him during conflict.

"Morning sis!" Robin called form the couch.

"Good morning." She replied with boredom, taking the seat Morgan had previously occupied. Robin offered her the blanket, which she quickly pulled herself under.

"What's your plans for today?" Marc asked, finally seeming to be awake.

"I was gonna go over to Sumia's place. She and Cordelia want to do a day of shopping or something." She waved dismissively.

"Sounds..." Marc began.

"...Boring." Robin finished.

Rose scoffed. "Yeah, I don't really want to...but..." She trailed off, eyes glued to her phone.

"Talking to Sumia?" Robin asked.

"Yeah...they'll be here soon." Rose replied. She breathed in deeply before letting out a shout. "Morg! Hurry up or I'll kill you!" A brief scream of terror erupted from the bathroom, followed by a loud thud. Rose smirked evilly. Marc giggled form the arm chair. Robin shook his head.

"Don't break her, Rose. She already has enough head-trauma from the textbook incident." He chided.

Rose scoffed. "That girl..."

Robin wrote a scribbled note on paper, detailing how he was going to borrow the car for awhile and drive Morgan to Nah's home. He quickly pulled his shoes on and out into the hallway. The apartment, more like a penthouse, was on the upper floors of a large brand-new building. They had only moved there recently. It was expensive, however Robin's father, Validar, worked for a profitable company in Plegia. The d had been rough, but it left them with a steady stream of money to support so many members of the family.

Robin held the elevator door for Morgan, who was throwing on her jacket as she sprinted down the carpeted hallway towards him. Robin rolled his eyes as his sister crashed into the far wall of the elevator. She smiled and gave him a thumbs up, finally zipping up her jacket.

The elevator came to a stop on the lower floors of the building, where a short black-haired girl was waiting. The girl, known for being a goth and voodoo practitioner at school, quickly changed her melancholy demeanour when she stopped Robin.

She giggled as she got in the elevator, quickly standing behind Robin. The white-haired man breathed in calmly. "Morning Tharja..." He awkwardly greeted, to which he received a worrisome giggle in response.

"Heh heh heh...it seems that fate has us meeting again Robin..." Tharja murmured to his ear.

Robin sent a pleading look to Morgan, who was doing her best to try and disappear into the floor. "Y-yes well..." He began, unable to find a good response.

"Mhm...trapped in such a cramped space...it would be a shame if the elevator got stuck in here...just the two of us..." Tharja whispered into his ear, pressing herself into his back.

"Morgan's here too!" Robin spoke loudly, to which his sister sent him a death glare.

Tharja tch'ed as the elevator door slid open and the two siblings scrambled out.

Robin pulled out onto the street, breathing out a heavy sigh. "I thought we were never going to get away form her..."

Morgan put her head into her hands. "Oh gods...she scares me."

Robin laughed. "I'm sure she's not too bad...just different."

"No!" Morgan exclaimed, putting her hands out to the sides. "She's creepy! I bet she has voodoo dolls of you and animal parts pinned to her walls!" Robin shook his head in response.

The drive over to Nah's place was mostly filled with silence, Morgan silently drifting off to a slumber. Her house was only twenty minutes away, but morning traffic as well as poor weather slowed them down.

Finally Robin pulled to the curb in front of Nah's house. The two met in school and grew instantly attached, with Morgan and Nah spending nights at each others homes almost every weekend.

"Hey, Morg." Robin prodded his sister to consciousness. As his sister scrambled out of the car and ran to the doorway, Robin checked his phone.

"A text from Chrom?" Robin muttered, quickly entering his passcode and reading the message. Robin cursed as he threw the car in drive. "Dammit"

Robin pulled into the driveway of Chrom's house. It was a longer drive to the actual house, which was more like a mansion. Scratch that, in fact it was a mansion. Towering up three stories, it was decorated in white and gold. A variety of balconies and large windows decorated the outside, shining wonderfully in the light.

Robin pulled the car behind a beat-up old sedan that he recognized as belonging to Gaius. He huffed as he got out of the car and walked the uphill path to Chrom's house.

Reaching the door, Robin knocked and waited a few seconds before Lissa, Chrom's sister, greeted him with a hug. "Hey, Lissa." He said with a pat of her head.

"Roooobin! Stop doing that! I'm almost as old as you are!" She huffed and stepped aside, allowing Robin in.

"Nope!" Robin cheerfully replied, "You're still my little sister."

Lissa stuck her tongue out. "Don't you already have one?"

"The more the merrier!" He said cheerfully. "Anyways, why did Chrom text me? He said it was an emergency."

Lissa shrugged. "He didn't say anything to me."

Robin rolled his eyes and made his way to Chrom's room. Up the stairs and a few doors down, Robin noted that his door was decorated with the strange birthmark he had on his shoulder. Robin knocked twice and tapped his foot in anticipation.

The door flew open, revealing a wide-eyed Chrom. Without a word, the man grabbed Robin by the collar and pulled him into his room.

So yeah. That was a thing. I promise to get a new chapter of the soft side out sometime soon. It's hard to type with one arm. (Dislocated shoulder that is STILL in a sling)