So I'm back, which is good. But I'm only here to tell you I'm going on more of a break, which is bad.
I'm in a show, and tech week starts friday, so I'll basically be living at school. I figured I'll have to put off writing to keep up with my school work.
That said, there is a chance I could delay this till the end of March, when I go on service, which means I don't really have any school work.
In order to make up for this, I give you a glimpse into Robin's home life. The joke with Morgan isn't really addressed, but I hope it's apparent.
Most people would find it weird, living with their in-laws. However, there were several differences with Robin's situation and the general situation of those who find themselves in that position.
For one thing, at worst, it would mean Robin would be roommates with one of his best friends. He didn't have any memories of growing up, so Robin liked to think this would be what college would have been like. That is, if it were not for the fact that both of them were married, thus making the possibility of them partying like bros unlikely.
To be honest, Chrom was kinda a stick in the mud about those general thing. Robin could probably party with Vaike, but he detested Vaike, so that was a no go.
Anyway, the other problem was the fact that Robin was married to Chrom's daughter. Apparently, there were no situations that could not be made more awkward through time travel.
Then Morgan came along and Robin decided that the normal family structure could basically go fuck itself.
Anyway, in short, since they were royalty, Robin and his family lived in a generous area of the castle. At first, Robin though it somewhat isolated them from the rest of society, but then he remembered that he didn't really like that many other people.
In any case, Robin was relaxing in his office, doing what he always did when he was alone: plan out his zombie plan.
"The Barracks would probably be the best place to hold down. We could scavenge the city for food and, as soon as we can, head out to the countryside. Maybe we could chill with Donny. I should probably recruit most of the future kids into my group, since the have the most experience dealing with zombies." Robin said to himself. "...Right. Risen. Zombies are real. This is an real thing I'm doing. I don't like that."
Robin's thoughts were interrupted by loud footsteps, which were moving quickly down the stairs next to his study. He saw a blur of short blue hair run past his open office door.
"Wait." Robin said out loud. The footsteps stopped and slowly began to back up. Morgan poked her head into her father's office. She smiled at her father.
"Hello, Father!" She exclaimed. "I want to be a great tactician, just like you!"
"That's nice, dear." Robin said. "What do you think of zombies?"
"Work to secure the castle." Morgan said, as if she had already thought it all through. "Try to get as many of the Shepherds as you can. Kellam would be important in sneaking past the zombies on scouting missions."
Robin though this over. His daughter had a better standing with the Shepherd then he did. He did save them numerous times, and he was pretty sure, if there were a zombie attack, they would all come running to him. However, now that Robin was airing out all his dirty laundry with the other with the whole firing thing, he wasn't on the greatest of grounds with everybody.
He didn't mind. He was friends with the Shepherds he liked, and hated the ones that hated him. It was nice to be on the same terms with people.
"...I've put too much thought into this." Robin sighed. "I think I might need another war, dear."
"Father!" Morgan exclaimed. "Don't say things like that! I want to be a great tactician, just like you, but not if it means putting lives on the line!"
"I'm joking!" Robin exclaimed. "...Maybe."
"Anyway, father, I'd love to chat, but I have to go meet with Yarne!" Morgan exclaimed, with a smile. She began to skip out of the room.
"Hold it." Robin said sternly. "Are you really going out like that?"
"What do you mean, father?" Morgan asked. "Is there something wrong with my dress?"
"Why aren't you wearing your cloak?" Robin asked.
Morgan huffed in annoyance. "Father, I don't have to wear that all the time!" She exclaimed. "I want to be a great tactician, just like you, but I'm also still a woman!"
"You're also still my daughter, and no daughter of mine is going out dressed like that!" Robin exclaimed.
"Ugh!" Morgan exclaimed, stomping up the steps. "I want to be a great tactician, just like you!" She shouted angrily at Robin.
"Put your cloak on!" Robin shouted back. "If he fell in love with you while you were wearing it, he shouldn't mind you still wearing it!"
Morgan angrily stomped back down the stairs, her tactician's cloak wrapped around her.
"I want to be a great tactician just like you!" She shouted at him angrily, before storming out of the door.
Robin sighed. "I suppose she has to go through her defiant teenage phase. Are you just going to listen in?" He said out loud.
"...I figured you two were having a bit of a moment." Lucina said, walking into the room.
"Don't lie." Robin said. "You two are closer in age then I am. I'm an old man!"
Lucina giggled. "To be fair, I was perfectly prepared to see you as an uncle figure before you began courting me."
"Well, that's not weird." Robin said sarcastically. "Anyway, I wouldn't worry about the age thing. This is the age where teenage girls begin to connect to their mothers, so you're actually in a pretty good place for that." Robin chuckled to himself. "Maybe you could both bitch about your young fathers."
"I'm not going to lie: I've had similar conversations with Father." Lucina admitted.
"Oh, I've heard." Robin said. "If you had to win any of those arguments, why did you have to win the one that let you wear you Falchion under your wedding dress. What did you think was going to happen?"
"Well," Lucina said. "If we were attacked-"
"We would have been in a chapel full of some of the greatest warriors in the kingdom." Robin said. "Not that I'm complaining. There's nothing I find sexier than an armed woman."
"I'll keep that in mind." Lucina said.
"For the record, I already know what your zombie plan is, if you heard that much of the conversation." Robin said.
"Oh?" Lucina said.
"Travel back in time with the purpose of stopping the invasion, bring some zombies with you, and seduce the dragon-ish guy that creates the zombies." Robin said with a cheeky grin.
Lucina smiled, and lovingly put her hands on his neck. "That's not all of it." She said. She leaned in and whispered in his ear. "When he's comfortable, I'll slit his throat in his sleep, when he least expects it." She grinned as she kissed him on the cheek, and walked out of the room.
"..." Robin stood there, watching her walk away."...That turned me on more than it should have." He looked over at his desk. "This work means nothing." He ran off after his wife. "Don't call me Uncle!" He shouted after her.
Robin later would wonder if Chrom would let him slide on the late work if he explained he was simply banging his daughter.
Not that he gave a shit, at the time.
So I hope that holds you over. My brain is kinda mush, so it might not be as good as it could have been.
Up next (eventually): Severa!