Chrom and Robin(F) C

"Thank you milord."

Chrom waved Fredrick off. From all of the things he had to go through today, like those DAMN posters, he was looking forward to sparring with someone, preferably Fredrick, but he had something to do.. He only hoped that someone was in the training grounds, and luckily enough, there was. Robin stood there, but it looked like she was starting to leave. He needed someone strong enough to take his anger out on, so he tried to talk to her,

"Finished training for today, Robin?"

She looked surprised, but quickly flashed a smile his way, "With combat practice, yes, but I thought I might review a few battle histories."

Chrom sighed. He realized she needed to rest. He'll just find Vaike or someone else strong/stupid enough to face him. He turned to Robin, his expression turning soft, "You should relax a bit. Put your feet up. Experienced soldiers rest when they can. On a campaign like this, you never know when the next battle might break out."

She smiled, flashing a brilliant mouth of pure white teeth, "Heh, so I've noticed. With all that's happened recently, we've barely had time to even eat."

Not that bear meat is a local delicacy , Robin thought, but she kept that to herself.

Chrom smiled, causing Robin to feel… weird inside, "It's been a tough road to be sure." Chrom's smile turned to clenched teeth, "And it's only going to get harder."

Robin smiled, causing Chrom to feel… weird indide, "I do try and rest when I can, though. A lady needs her beauty sleep, after all."

Chrom's eyes grew wide, and he looked at Robin with a bewildered look, "Er…"

Robin gave him a confused look, "… What did I say something?"

Chrom was having a horrible stutter, "Er… no. It's nothing. It's just that… Well, I didn't consider you the type to care about beauty and such. I suppose I never really thought of you as a lady."

Robin's look held pure, rage, and her voice was no better, "EXCUSE ME?"

Chrom, realizing this was now a life or death scenario, quickly tried to make amends, "No! I mean- I didn't mean- not like that! That is to say, a lady, 'per se'… er… You know how you fight and strategize,"

Robin's glare seemed to glow with even more seething anger, "Not to say a lady can't fight, but…" Chrom was soaked in his own sweat, "Gods, this is coming out all wrong"

Robin sighed. She knew what he meant, but still… this is bad. Like, in desperate need of a solution or else Maribelle will kill him bad. "My goodness, Chrom. You're the scion of a noble family, aren't you? Didn't they teach you manners at your," She cleared her throat, "Fancy schools growing up?"

Robin was taken aback by the loathing in his voice, "Oh, Gods, yes. Of course they did. We spent a whole term on etiquette."

Robin chuckled at the Sheer amount of misery in his tone, "Perhaps you could use another term, this time on how to talk to a lady."

"It's just my image of a lady is someone so prim, and proper… perfumed, and pretty… nothing like you at all!"

Robin found a rock at her feet. I wonder if this rock is strong enough to kill him, she thought.

"When I look at you, I just don't see a lady, Does that- Er… Robin, What… What are you doing with that rock?"

Her voice returned to the sheer level of anger it previously had, "I'm thinking a sharp blow to you're head might help fix your eyesight."

Chrom tried (In vain) to save himself, "N-no, wait! It was just a joke! Ha ha…"

Robin dropped the rock, only to pick up a bigger one, "Ha?… Gotta go!"

Chrom was out of sight in less than ten seconds. Robin sat there, starting to calm down, "I don't believe it! The little craven actually ran away! What kind of manners… sheesh!"

She looked at the ground below, and started to laugh to her self, "Oh well. Perhaps It's only fair. It's not like I think of him as a gentleman."

She looked and saw Chrom, running THIS time to chase Fredrick, who held posters in his hands.

"Milord, think of the morale!"

"Fredrick, think of my FIST"

She laughed, "Let alone some fancy noble."