Today, Robin needed to get a few practicing things done. He asked his sister to join him for a few things he needed to do. About an hour into the practice, Robin needed a break. With words between his pants, "I, I need a break, can we stop for like five minutes?"
"Sure brother, do you need anything to heal you? I can call for a heart container or a M tomato if you need it." Her demeanor was like a mother tending to her child. He dismissed it for a moment, and then decided not to accept her offer. I wish I knew what to do for the situation I'm in, he thought. Sadly, Robin had a tendency to speak his thoughts aloud. "Is this about the message? Are you still on that?"
Feeling defensive, and with a different feeling than that of his sister these words came from his mouth, "I don't want to start war! And I don't even know who I'll be fighting! It just goes all over my head!"
"Calm down! Maybe you should talk with Chrom. He's around here somewhere. He's a part of our final smash. This is madness, Robin thought to himself, What did I do that made this happen? Robin and his sister parted ways, once they were out of the arena.
Robin looked around in the room. Searching for the one item he needed, the directory. After locating it he proceeded to look amongst the list of room pairings for his friend.
He looked at the map of the Smash Mansion. It was a circle divided by two interfering lines. One was the diameter, the other was a chord, cutting into the diameter at a pi/3 angle. There were a multitude of rooms, spanning between several floors. The place was practically a hotel, in which the guests stayed for free, as long as they continue to fight that is. Chrom's room was located on the third floor, room number 16. Dragging his feet with reluctancy Robin located room 316. Reluctancy spewed out of every pour in his body as the hand reached the door. Robin knew Chrom had no idea he is gay, and didn't know how he would respond. Hell, Robin didn't even know two days ago.
Knock, one second goes by, knock, another second goes by. Creek the door said and in the door way was Chrom. "Eh, what you doing round here?" Chrom said with a smile.
After a sigh, and a pause Robin confessed, "well, I need your advice." Chrom gave a slightly confused look.
"Okay come on in," Chrom gestured Robin in. "Want a cup of tea?"
With a passive demeanor Robin said, "Sure, sure, I need to ask you about love..."
"Uh, okay, what? What's her name?"
"Um, his name" Robin corrected, and simultaneously thought, well, there I said it! A long pause happened.
Chrom decided to break the silence, "I'm not going to be the best with advice then..."
"It's not that. It's the message, the one about waiting for love, and not searching for it," Robin rebuked. It was true, Robin just came for advice on what to do.
"Well, is there any guys you've got you're eyes on? Any elevator eyes destined for the penthouse, if you know what I mean."
"well, I've wanted to get my hands on Shulk." Robin admitted it. It made him feel better. Saying it relieved some of his anxiety. The rest was destined to die in the cup of tea.
"Okay, well, We have that party coming up. Maybe you should try and not get wasted."
"That sounds like a very good idea. If I don't get drunk, then shit won't happen." The thought of getting drunk at a party excited Robin. He thought about what drunk would feel like before, but never experienced it for himself. Feeling a needed boost of confidence, Robin trotted his way back to his room.
On the Friday of the current week the party began. The princesses decorated the large ball room, so that the smashers and others could party their asses off in a fashionably decorated room. The party started off wonderfully. Until peer pressure from the other smashers kicked in. Multiple comments enticing him to drink all of the alcohol in the building. Robin and his not very strong will gave in to all the comments. He decided to go with a manly, manly drink: whiskey. After three rounds of drinks, Robin stopped his drinking, so that he could keep Chrom's advice.
This would have been easy, if it weren't for a drunk Pit and Shulk. Robin could see Pit pointing to him, and then saying a few words. Robin pushed it aside, so he couldn't do what he didn't want to do. Robin couldn't push it aside any longer, Shulk had found his way to the bar. "So Pit filled me in on what you were doing the other night." Robin could easily tell that Shulk was flirting with him.
"Oh yeah, and what would that be?" Robin was trying his hardest not to just fuck Shulk, but alcohol proved to be a bitch.
"You were looking at this," he proceeded to grind Robin, after pulling him off the barstool he was sitting on.
"How much have you had to drink?" Robin could smell the wretched smell known as alcohol.
"Oh, only about eight shots."
"Well you are drunk out of your mind!"
"I want you to shut up! And I know one way I can!" Robin wasn't prepared for a kiss. Shulk practically smashed his face on Robin, but to Robin, it felt good!
The feeling of Shulk's lips was unlike any other. His lips felt soft like how a blanket feels on one's body during a cold winter night. This feels right, and it has passion, Robin thought.
Shulk proposed an action, "Let's go to my room, and make this feeling last all night." Robin agreed and on their way to Shulk's room, robin was thinking, I waited for him to come to me, this can't go wrong...