Sorry I couldn't update yesterday. I got caught up in school stuff, so I didn't have time to finish the update.
Anyway, I'll admit that my main argument here is used way better in Awkward Zombie. If you haven't seen the comic, I recommend you do.
"...How were you enslaved?" Robin asked Nowi, who wasn't sitting across from him, but, rather, was peeking through his book-case.
"Hmm?" The manakete tried to look at Robin over a comedic large stack of books. Some would assume she was gathering them up to read, but Robin knew Nowi better than that.
"Don't climb up on my tomes." Robin said bluntly. "Also, don't avoid the question. How could you get enslaved? When you were recruited, you were escaping from slavery. You can turn into a dragon, so I don't understand how they caught you in the first place.'
"I wanted to see what it was like to be a slave!" Nowi exclaimed. "For all I knew, it could have a been fun!"
Robin stared at her as she beamed at him. "...Fun. Slavery could be fun." Robin muttered. "And was it...fun?"
"No way!" Nowi exclaimed. "They only made you work and they didn't give you any time to play and they were mean!" She huffed and crossed her arms.
"So apparently slavers aren't the nicest people in the world." Robin said. "Thank you for that insight, Nowi. However, I'm afraid I'm going to have to let you go."
"What?!" Nowi shouted. "Why would you do that?! I can turn into a dragon! You always go on about how cool that is!"
"I know that, which is why my hands are kinda tied here." Robin replied.
"Well, what's the issue?" Nowi said. "Why are you firing me?"
"Too many uniform violations." Robin replied. "It's funny, I just had Donny in here about the same thing."
Nowi stood up in her chair. "Uniform violations?! What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
"It's not really what you're wearing." Robin explained, looking away from her. "It's what you're not wearing."
"What, You guys are all caught up about how I dress?" Nowi laughed. "I'm over 1000 years old! I'm pretty sure I'm old enough to wear what I want!"
"Nowi, you aren't wearing pants." Rodin said. "Just some buckle...thing. It's as if somebody was wearing a chastity belt, but only a chastity belt, and they forgot to cover up the most important part of the chastity belt. Oh, but I guess that's not a problem with what you're wearing, since all the naughty bits are covered up by a flesh-colored ribbon! That's hardly appropriate for somebody your age!"
"I'm way older than you!" Nowi exclaimed.
"But you look like a twelve-year-old." Robin said. "Look, lets say there's a scale." Robin created an imaginary distance between his hands. "On this side of the scale, you have Nah. She's a kid, and dresses appropriately."
"I'm not dressing up like my daughter!" Nowi huffed again, growling at Robin.
"Would you want her dressing like you?" Robin asked.
"Not until she's older." Nowi replied.
"Speaking of older," Robin continued. "On the other side of the scale you have Tiki, who is so old she was around during the time of the Hero-King." Robin paused. "Notice that she actual wears clothing."
"So what?" Nowi asked.
"My point is that, if Tiki isn't dressing up like that, then your argument about you being old enough is a moot point." Robin said.
"Just because we don't dress the same way doesn't mean we have a dress code or something!" Nowi exclaimed.
"But the army does." Robin replied.
"Wait!" Nowi exclaimed. "There are tons of different people who don't follow that dress code! Ha!"
"Three things." Robin said. "First, most of the people who don't follow that dress code are in trouble for different reasons. Their dress code violations are not as severe or dangerous as your's or Donny's. Second, if you're claiming that there are people in the army who dress skimpier than you, imagine the company that puts you in."
Robin picked up a book from his desk and threw it at a bookcase. Somebody yelped in pain, and Tharja fell to the floor.
"I told you to get out." Robin said.
"Fine." The dark mage replied. "This meeting was going on too long anyway." With that, she left the room.
"Huh." Nowi said. "Never really noticed that."
"Third," Robin said, "you're gonna have to realize that, if you're going to look so young, you might as well dress appropriately, despite your real age. I understand why you might want to act immature, but there should be a consistency between your attitude and your appearance."
Nowi sighed. "Fine!" She exclaimed. "I see your point. I'll figure something out. Am I still fired?"
"Unfortunately." Robin replied. "It's a sucky paperwork thing. Really, it just means no more barracks to have to work in or a steady income. My bet is that, if a new threat does arise, Chrom will probably get the band back together."
Nowi shrugged. "Alright! I can live with that! All it means is that I have more time to play!"
"Well, you got over that quickly…" Robin muttered.
"But you can expect a huge prank at some point!" Nowi beamed.
"You and Lissa…" Robin muttered.
Nowi's eyes brightened up. "Great idea! I'll get Lissa in on it! And we could use bugs and magic and maybe some of that oil stuff and-"
"Is all of that even legal?!" Robin exclaimed. Nowi had already darted out of the room, some horrid plan in her mind.
"...This isn't really going to work out for me, is it?" Robin sighed.
The clothing stuff isn't that creative. I am pretty curious about the slave part, though.
Up next: Gregor!