Day #7 – Cosplaying

"I know you like heroes, Cynthia, but isn't this a bit much?" Robin protested, as the pegasus knight made the finishing touches to his hair. "Are you seriously dying it green, too?"

"I'm not Cynthia, I'm Micaiah." She said confidently, pausing to adjust her silver wig. "You, Sothe, are going to be nice to the village children we're going to be cheering up, got it?"

"I'm pretty sure they'd be just as excited to be visited by our normal selves as they would heroes of the distant past." The tactician sighed. "This doesn't even fit me! Cynthia, this is ridiculous."

The pegasus knight clasped her hands and jutted out her lip pleadingly. "Please? It'll mean a lot to me…"

He could have sworn she grumbled something to the effect of 'oh, when Lucina dresses up as a hero of lore it makes sense', but he was probably projecting. Instead he sighed and stood up, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Fine. But I'm not dying my hair."

Robin glared at Cynthia. Cynthia pouted, eyes trembling with tears about to be shed. Robin gave up. So, when they went to the village once it was all over and the children immediately started asking why Cynthia's hair was funny, he allowed himself to gloat just a little more than he probably should have.