Chapter 7

When Lucina awoke, she was in an unfamiliar room, tied up on a bed, but not in a kinky way. The room was actually just MaRobin's room at the Smash Mansion. The TV was on, and was showing Dragon Ball Z for some reason. Then, MaRobin stepped into the doorway... MaRobin stripped off his shoes and climbed on top of the bed (lewd~). "Talk dirty to me~" he whispered into her ear.

"...Lunes," responded Lucina. Robin gazed at her. "Martes."

"Miercoles."

"Jueves."

"Viernes."

"Saba…" Then, Lucina shook her head, coming out of her Espanol daze. "You will not watch Dragon Ball Z with me!" she shouted at him. MaRobin already had his steely response ready: "No u." He cackled. "We are both going to watch Dragon Ball Z and you will like it!" Olivia burst through the doorway, asserting "I can watch Dragon Ball Z too!"

Then, Chrom walked in, partially asleep. It took him a few moments to realize what was happening to his daughter. "Oh...my bad." he said, and walked to the kitchen, where he got some fish sticks from the fridge and brought them over to the table. He was about to eat them, when he realized he needed tartar sauce, so he walked back to the fridge and grabbed the jar.

Chrom returned from the fridge, only to find his fish sticks had been eaten! However, the culprit was Metal Face, who Chrom loved almost as much as Garon, so Chrom let it slide. Everyone (except Takumi, since he's too edgy) loved Metal Face, and for good reason. I mean, look at how kawaii he is. The way his claws slid right through Fiora's soft flesh, like a hot knife through butter. So sugoi sugoi kawaii desu. Metal Face blushed like a generic anime girl.