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Hoshi: The Robins do a barrel roll, study some metroids, and then come back to Earth.
Warning: Het, slash, femslash, crack. The Robins are OOC as all get out, and I might have given up on making everyone else IC. This story doesn't really have a reason until the last chapter. And a TON of Fire Emblem: Awakening spoilers! Beat that game first if you care about spoilers! Why is this story so suggestive now? Samus and Zero Suit Samus are two different people. Women bonding through their FISTS! Plot and character development kind of happened, but story is still mainly nonsense.
Hoshi: And hey, bonus chapter for you guys 'cause it's a special friend's birthday today! Or not because I posted this after midnight…damn it.
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Fox McCloud
"Yarne." Marc reminded Robin.
"Panne, Nowi, and Nah." Robin snapped back.
"Okay, first off, those were all girls." Marc pointed out. "And second, Nowi and Nah lean more towards reptiles rather than mammals. So, I'm leaving it to you to plan the strategy for seducing Fox."
"Seduce me?" A voice called behind them skeptically. On instinct, the Robins turned with their weapons brandished, the Levin sword for Robin and Nosferatu for Marc. "Whoa, easy!" Fox held his hands up defensively.
"Ah," Robin put her sword away, "our apologies, Fox."
"Please forgive us." Marc also put his weapon away.
"Riiight…" Fox's arms returned to his sides. "Well, back to the subject at hand, you can stop the seducing thing right now. You two are already married."
"Ahahaha!" Marc wiped away a tear. "He says that like it matters."
"Greninja's probably okay with it." Robin shrugged.
Meanwhile…
Greninja was carving tiny wooden voodoo dolls of the Villagers with her water shuriken. She set down the last of them next to a carved message of 'NOT OKAY WITH IT.'
Back to the tacticians and pilot…
"I fail to see how… And besides, I'm not into humans." He waved them off and went back to Arwing flight drills.
"Ahahaha!" Robin wiped away a tear. "Not into humans, he says!"
"Challenge accepted, Fox McCloud." Marc's eyes darkened. "We'll see if you're still saying that after we're through with you."
.-.-.-.-.
…
"Huh, he really isn't into humans." Robin noted after about fifty attempts to flirt with the pilot. It mostly consisted of them taking him out to dinner, challenging him to fights, being stowaways on his Arwing flights, trying to convince him that they could change his mind, and generally doing everything they could get away with that wouldn't result in a restraining order.
"Not like we're really completely human, though." Marc shook his head. "Then again, a fox is probably more into other mammals than dragon-like beings."
"Or birds if the slash fans have anything to say about it." Robin nodded thoughtfully.
"Maybe we should dress up again?" Marc suggested.
"You are not dressing up as Krystal, Marc." Robin shook her head.
"Well, good because I wouldn't be able to pull that off anyway!" Marc blanched at the idea. "Honestly, Robin, what were you thinking? We have items we can use!"
"We have items that'll make us more animal-like?" Robin cocked her head.
Marc gave her a smile that meant she was going to regret this idea.
.-.-.-.-.
"…why?" was all Fox asked upon seeing the Robins.
"Indeed." The female tactician murmured her breath looking over the Tanuki suit she was wearing. "Why?" she asked.
"You said you weren't attracted to humans, so we opted to be more animal-like." Marc explained proudly as the ears on his bunny hood perked up. "I would've gone for the playboy bunny look, but someone," he looked at Robin pointedly, "wouldn't let me wear high heels again!"
'He probably could've pulled it off.' Fox thought, but quickly shook his head at the idea. He was not into humans!
"All right…" Fox looked them over bemusedly. "Well, first of all, Tanukis aren't sexy."
"Tom Nook would take offense to that." Robin spoke up.
"If he cared about anything other than money and his adorable adopted children." Marc added.
"And second, rabbits are prey." Fox crossed his arms. "Or if you're Peppy, a member of the team. Either way, I'm not into rabbits either. Prey isn't attractive." The temperature of the room noticeably lowered. Fox shivered a little.
"Be careful of who you call 'prey,' McCloud." Marc's eyes darkened as he neared the pilot.
"You might find yourself being hunted instead." Robin's eyes and smile turned downright predatory as she closed onto him too.
And Fox was definitely not turned on right now. Nope. Nopenopenope. Not into humans.
…
"Aw, forget it!" The pilot grabbed the two tacticians, ridiculous getups and all, and marched off to his Arwing while Greninja watched them leave. She was really getting tired of people walking off with her wives.
Falco Lombardi
"How does one seduce a bird?" Marc asked Robin.
"Why are you making me do all the planning?" She snapped at him. "Is it because I have a name that's a bird species? Your line of reasoning sucks!"
"Hey, my line of reasoning is great!" Marc protested. "If it weren't for my elaborate and needlessly insane plans, we never would've won that war." He tossed his hair to the side like a diva. "Besides, what if we have to dress up as animal-like creatures again?"
"No, I refuse." Robin answered immediately.
"Not like you have to do that, anyway." A voice said behind them. On instinct again, the Robins turned toward the sound with their weapons drawn, this time a killing edge for Robin and a ruin tome for Marc.
"How do you guys keep sneaking up on us?!" Marc demanded, eyes darkening.
"This universe is really dulling our senses…" Robin narrowed her eyes.
"I wasn't even trying to sneak up on you!" Falco protested, though his wing strayed to the gun in his holster. "Besides, you two talk to each other in the open a lot, so it's not anyone's fault if we happen to overhear."
'Do you think this is…' Marc gave Robin a look.
'…another side effect of Grima's influence?' Robin returned the look. The two tacticians then gave the blue bird their full attention. Innocent smiles and falling sparkles surrounded them.
"Anyway, I'm not particularly opposed to liking humans like that, but," Falco crossed his wings, "you two pretty much married a frog not too long ago, so I don't know why you're going after me." He gave them a small frown. "It's not cool."
"I'm sure she's fine with it." Robin shrugged.
Meanwhile…
Greninja carved a tiny wooden voodoo doll of Fox and set that down next to a carved message of 'STILL NOT OKAY WITH IT.'
Back to the tacticians and blue pilot…
"Yeah, I really don't believe that." The avian pilot scoffed. "And I don't get why people are still into you two knowing that. It's all gross, and I don't want to be a part of it." Having said his piece, Falco left the two.
"I didn't think anyone here had any sense to actually call us out on it." Robin nodded, impressed. "Unfortunately, that won't do anything to stop our plans."
"I look forward to turning this 'bird of prey' into actual prey…" Marc's lips curled into a predatory smirk.
.-.-.-.-.
"All right, the skies look normal today." Falco commented as he flew past pokémon and balloons tied to presents in his Arwing. "The balloons are new, though. Wonder who sends out those pres…WHAT THE?!" He looked on either side of his ship's piloting window and saw the Robins were airborne too.
"Good day, Lombardi." Marc greeted like he wasn't flying through the air, though his tussled locks betrayed that.
"How goes it?" Robin asked in much the same manner as Marc.
"How are you two flying?!" Falco looked from the male tactician to the female tactician.
"Funny story about that!" Marc rolled out of the way as Rayquaza flew passed them, shooting the strategist a second glance. "Tacticians aren't supposed to be flying units, but our newcomer trailer gave us the ability of flight for some reason."
"It seems overpowered, but I doubt we'll find much practical fighting use for it." Robin said as she popped some balloons with her Levin sword. "Who sends out these presents? You're polluting the environment!"
"Oh…" The avian pilot did a barrel roll to avoid Master Hand, who also gave the tacticians a second glance…somehow. "Well, what brings you guys up to the air?"
"We just wanted to talk." Marc explained. "You seemed to have the wrong idea about us."
"Both of you flirt with anything that moves." Falco pointed out. "Even when you're legally married. I don't how I could possibly have the wrong idea about you two." He rolled his eyes.
"…I suppose you're correct on the first two points." Robin conceded. "Though, it's not like the ones that fall for us are free from blame either. They're technically cheating on the ones they love too."
"Oh, and I suppose it's just coincidence that they so happen to start cheating after they met you two?" Falco snorted.
"Is it our fault that we make people realize how lacking and unimpressive their significant others really are?" Marc asked, offended. "Though, I'm sure that won't make you think any less of us."
"And it's certainly still wrong for anyone to cheat on someone they're in a committed relationship with." Robin wouldn't make excuses for their actions.
"Then why still do it?" Falco asked.
"As we've frequently reminded and will continue to remind people, we're self-insert canon sues that were chosen as vessels for a fellgod dragon." Marc explained as Grima's image flashed in the sky, dark flames and chuckles, yadda yadda, whatevs.
"What the-?!" Falco was still surprised, though he couldn't do much more than continue to cruise through the sky.
"As such, we're not good people, and it's annoying that everyone still thinks we are." Robin crossed her arms as she went out of her way to smack Tingle out of the sky, proving her point.
"Anyhow, the more prominent reason we continue to hit on everything that moves is that we're not aiming for one union." Marc continued. "Our goal is to marry every playable character as is our destiny."
"…what?" Falco asked. "You guys do remember how many people are on the roster, right? That's kind of impossible."
"Ahahaha!" Robin laughed.
"Impossible, he says!" Marc joined in. "Well, it's not a problem for a pair that's seduced a good fifty people individually. The only people uninterested in our charms are unimportant NPC's and our offspring. And even then, our offspring have a relatively fanatic loyalty to us if they're the Morgans."
"Counting up people as notches on your bedposts." Falco rolled his eyes. "Really gross."
"Excuse you!" Robin protested. "We haven't done any 18 and over stuff in this family-friendly game! Get your mind outta the gutter, Lombardi."
"Besides, we've been very respectful about the other smashers' feelings." Marc continued. "They have to be okay with the whole giant harem thing if they want to get married to us, and a lot of them aren't ready for that step like Greninja is, so we're giving them space to think about it. Sure, the goal is to marry every playable character, but if they don't want to, then we won't ever force them."
"…that's surprisingly reasonable." Falco said his thoughts out loud.
"And we'd continue to treat them with respect even if they end up not wanting to." Robin added. "Just as we would love all our spouses equally. What makes our relationship any less legitimate than others' more 'normal' marriages if we still share the same kind of love?"
"Wait, all that aside, is Greninja really okay with this?" Falco asked.
"I suppose we could all ask her if you're really so worried." Marc suggested before flying face first into another Arwing. "Ow!" He peeled himself off partially.
"Oh, hey Fox!" Falco greeted the other pilot. "What're you doing here?" Robin flew with Charizard to help Marc off the other ship's windshield like thing.
"No reason…" Fox answered. "Not like I'm into humans or anything." He muttered.
.-.-.-.-.
"Greninja." Greninja replied to Falco's question. Roughly translated it was something like, "No, I am not okay with this arrangement. I will never be okay with this arrangement. I did not sign up for this shit." It could also have been "My milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard." Language is funny that way.
But Falco was unaware of that as he smiled and threw his wings around the Robins, taking the pokémon's answer as consent.
"Well, I guess it's settled then." Falco then walked off with Greninja's spouses while the pokémon watched on in despair.
Samus Aran
"These fucking nerds…" Robin shook her head.
"Samus, your computer system is a work of art!" Marc marveled as he typed away on the keyboard.
"No, your scrolls and tomes are art!" Samus insisted, poring over archaic and yellowed parchment. "Quite literally from these sketches and diagrams!"
"But your database is enormous!" Marc looked through blueprints of futuristic spaceships and data on other bounty hunters. "I've never seen space and alien things before!"
"My database may be cyclopean," Samus conceded, "but it doesn't have anything like Ylissean and Valmese culture and tactics. Why do the Valmese consider gathering firewood synonymous with expressing romantic interest, though?"
"Geeeeeeks." Robin droned, though her eyes were roaming over Samus's muscled physique. The blonde was a really attractive scientist, though Robin still kind of liked Miriel better. From what Marc told her of the red head, Miriel was really open to experiments.
"Marc, I could use a fellow scholar like you on my expeditions." Samus finally looked up from her studying. "Would you like to destroy some Metroids and collect samples with me?"
"Ner—wait!" Robin perked up at the word, 'destroy.' "One of those things sounded like it'd be fun! Can I go?"
"I had no idea you were interested in collecting samples, Robin." Samus seemed to look at her in a new light. "Unfortunately, I only have one extra power suit…"
"Let Robin go with you." Marc said, not looking away from the computer screen. "I'm sure you won't find a better fighting partner at your back than Robin. If you need anything, you can radio me back here."
"I suppose that's a good plan." Samus nodded, opening the containment unit to adjust her extra power suit to Robin's size.
"YEAH!" Robin pumped a fist in the air. "Gonna shoot down some monsters!" She started putting the suit on.
"And collect samples!" Samus reminded her, though her eyes were scanning the glorious tapestry of muscles that was Robin's totally ripped body.
.-.-.-.-.
"AHAHAHA!" Robin tore through the area, cannon arm ablaze. "OUTTA THE WAY!" She used the grapple laser to grab onto an airborne alien and yanked it towards her. She killed the connection when it got close enough and shot it point blank with an ice beam. Then she crushed the frozen enemy under her boot.
Samus was a few steps behind her, collecting samples. She thought it a bit unnecessarily cruel to kill the aliens like that, and sometimes Robin didn't even leave behind any remains, but she was getting more material than she ever got on her own. Faster too. It was a little weird that Robin's suit was glowing an eerie purple shade rather than a green light, though.
"KNEEL BEFORE ME, WORMS!" More missiles crashing into things and worm-like aliens screaming in pain or possibly terror.
"Robin, we should probably head back now." The bounty hunter radioed her.
"But I'm having fuuuuun!" Robin protested. She switched her cannon arm for the experimental laser blade and deforested a small grove of living trees. "FALL AND TREMBLE IN THE NAME OF GRIMA! AHAHAHA!"
"You're surprisingly skilled with that." Samus noted, ducking out of the way of one of the tactician's reckless swings.
"Once a weapon's in my hands, I'll have it mastered in no time flat." Robin casually stopped to chat with her before impaling a large beast that ran into the newly cut clearing. "I even figured out how to use the prototype planet destroying bomb."
"…you didn't use that right now, did you?" Samus asked nervously. Not that it would be the first time she ever blew up a planet.
"Yeah, we might want to get off this planet in about ten minutes." Robin said as though expressing an afterthought, splattering her armor with blood as she cut through more aliens. "I'll only need about half that time to take care of these guy-!" Samus yanked her back and rushed towards their ship.
"We have to get out of here now!"
"But I was having fuuuun!" Robin whined as she made no effort to run with the bounty hunter, letting herself be dragged along for the ride.
"Marc to Samus, Marc to Samus. Do you read? Over." A radio signal went off in Samus and Robin's suits.
"Samus, here. Can you send my starship to these coordinates? Over." Samus replied.
"Easy. Sending the starship now. Over." The hum of Samus's starship sounded overhead and beamed up the still running bounty hunter with the tactician. Samus dropped Robin on the floor of her ship and rushed to the controls and piloted the whole thing to space.
One second later, and they might not have made it out of there in one piece. Robin looked through one of the starship's windows at the debris that once used to be a planet as it floated through space.
"YES, GIVE YOUR SOULS TO GRIMA. AHAHAHA!" The strategist cackled. Samus glanced back at her in apprehension. Robin was weirdly fanatical for whatever reason, but the bounty hunter was starting to find it oddly charming. She felt bad for the aliens on the planet, but she teleported enough samples to Marc, so that at least even with their deaths, they could still promote science.
Samus decided that the Robins were nice to have. One of them could understand her search for knowledge while the other could understand her need to just blast things and generally kick ass. Maybe she could put a ring on them like Greninja did sometime.
An Arwing pulled up and trailed behind the starship. Inside was a fox pilot who was repeatedly telling himself - as he watched the footage from the camera he planted in there - that he was not into humans. Just Robins. Another Arwing pulled up and trailed behind Fox's with an avian pilot following…just because he was curious. It's not like he cared either way! …morons.
Zero Suit Samus
"What is the meaning of this atrocity?" Robin asked, eyes dark and voice cold. Marc gave her a nervous look while Zero Suit Samus crossed her arms in irritation.
"The hell're you talking about?" The unarmored bounty hunter demanded.
"Your body." Robin simply said, looking the blonde up and down. "It disappoints me."
"Robin, that's kind of-!" Marc was interrupted by a laser whip lashing into the side of his female counterpart's face. She was tossed to the floor unceremoniously while Zero Suit Samus strode over in her rocket heels, gripping the smaller girl by the front of her tunic.
"You think I'm just going to take that from a shrimp like you?" The blonde sneered. "I'm not your little fantasy, pipsqueak. Maybe in a few years you could look about a thousandth as nice as me."
Marc growled at that and took out his Nosferatu tome, but Robin gave him a look and remained silent. Marc stayed his hand and gave a small nod in understanding. Robin turned her attention back to the woman in shades of blue.
"I had expected you to look more like Samus." Robin stated.
"Me and Sammie are two different people, shortstack." Zero Suit Samus said in a very matter-of-fact tone. "I'm easily the more liked bounty hunter here."
"I can't imagine why." Robin returned the sneer. "Samus doesn't have a babyish doll face like yours. She actually looks like an adult, with muscles and scars, a body like a warrior's."
"Samus is ripped under that armor?" Zelda popped in with a curious expression.
"Yes." Robin answered her politely. "How do you think she can run in that heavy armor of hers? Samus is totally ripped, don't let little miss sex bomb here fool you." She jabbed at the woman who was still holding her by her tunic.
"…" Zelda's thought processes ceased. Sure she was here to defend her Robin against this vile fiend who dared to lash her beautiful tactician's face, but the image of totally ripped Samus was hot. Now she was torn over which image was hotter; her toned Robin or buff Samus?
"Simply put," Robin turned her attention back to Zero Suit Samus, "compared to Samus, who people admire and want to be, you're just the one everyone wants to screw. Probably while you're still in heels."
"Buuurn." Marc managed to say before Zero Suit Samus blasted him with her stun gun. "Ow!" He twitched.
"They're rocket boots." The unarmored bounty hunter snarled through grit teeth.
"They're four-inch rocket heels that might be nice for a day out shopping, but they're impractical for battle, and they suck." Robin managed to say before Zero Suit Samus practically threw her against a wall.
"Insult my awesome shoes again, you little-!" that was all Zero Suit Samus could get out before Robin shifted her weight and shoved the blonde down onto the floor hard.
"Your. Four-inch. Heels. Suck." Robin growled out before she slammed a fist into Zero Suit Samus's face. The unarmored bounty hunter's shocked look changed to rage as she flipped them around and returned the favor.
"Should we stop them?" Sheik asked while Zelda continued to daydream about lovely muscled bodies.
"We could-a…" Luigi said as they continued to watch the no-holds-barred fight between the two women.
"…but this is hot." Bowser finished as they watched. The Villagers cheered on Robin with poppers.
"Hm…" Marc put away his Nosferatu. This was a fight between women, and therefore, he could not interfere. Robin had to do this on her own whether he liked it or not. Besides, Robin bonded with other people the best through her fists anyway.
He sat down and cuddled Chrom II the luma as he waited the storm out with a basket of Maximum Tomatoes.
.-.-.-.-.
"Hahhh…you're not too bad…" Robin said in between pants, bruised and beaten body lying on top of the similarly bruised and beaten body of the blonde underneath her. "…for a Barbie doll…"
"Tch…" Zero Suit Samus scoffed. "Quit…comparing me to…Samus. I…can hold my own…even without the constant…safety handicap of some…power suit."
"Is that…so?" Robin asked. She could understand Zero Suit Samus's plight better. The blonde was still a bounty hunter, after all, and it's not like she asked for some impractical shoes and to be made even more vulnerable than she already was with that fanservice body and outfit of hers. It was already unsafe for her, and Robin made it worse by bringing out those insecurities.
"Hahhh…I miss my…eight pack…" Zero Suit Samus lamented. So maybe she did envy her armored counterpart a little. Samus could feel as safe as she wanted inside that suit of armor while Zero Suit Samus was constantly exposed and ogled. Sue her.
"I can…help out with that…" Robin offered.
"Why…? So you can…make me more like…Sammie? No…thanks." Zero Suit Samus gently pushed the strategist off her. "'M not your…little fantasy."
"That's not…it. You should have the…body you want… It's your body…after all. I'll help you get…it back." Robin sat up uncomfortably.
"But…sex sells. They'd never let me…keep my muscles… 'S not hot…"
"Screw…fanservice and sale quotas. You should love your…own body because it's…your body, but…no one should be…forced to…keep a body that makes…them feel anything other than…happy for the sake…of some drooling fans." Robin brushed her hair aside, sparkles falling around her. "And guns're…so sexy. Losers don't…know what they're missing." Robin asserted. Zero Suit Samus blushed at that.
"F-fine…do whatever ya…want." Zero Suit Samus conceded.
"Hope yer ready then…" Robin smirked, wiping the blood from her mouth. "Gonna put ya through…hell and back…"
"Bring it on…pipsqueak…" Zero Suit Samus returned the smirk.
Marc then came to them with tomatoes in hand, smiling at the new beautiful bond between the two.
.-.-.-.-.
Wii Fit Trainer was instructing the group on stretches and work outs. The Samuses and Robin were having a blast while Marc looked like he was dying. Zero Suit Samus had even lent her alternate outfit to Samus and Robin as a show of friendship, though she and Samus exchanged competitive looks. Neither of them were going to back down on who would impress the Robins more.
The other smashers that had fallen for the Robins also looked like they were dying as they tried to keep up. Except for Zelda. She was drooling over muscular bodies, particularly Robin's. Zero Suit Samus's clothes looked nice on the female strategist and proved that Robin had the best body, no contest.
Marc weakly gave Robin a thumbs up as she smiled sympathetically at him.
"Feel the burn!" Wii Fit Trainer sang.
"Yeah!" Robin and the Samuses pumped their fists in the air.
"Ye…ah…" the other smashers and Marc weakly returned.
Ness
…
"It shouldn't be any different from Ricke-!" Marc's suggestion was cut off.
"Stop making me come up with the plans, Marc!" Robin snapped. "And how many times do I have to keep telling you that Ylissean people are different from this universe and their weird fighters?"
"True…" Marc said, thoughtfully. "It's a shame we can't learn PSI abilities either. I think that PK Love one might've been useful to us."
"Well, Lucas isn't in this game, so we're out of luck there." Robin cursed the Smash Bros Roster decision.
"I guess all that's left to do is impress him with baseball talents, then." Marc decided as he took out the home run bat and gave it a test swing. "We'll knock him out!"
"Literally?" Robin asked a bit too eagerly.
"Robin, no." Marc admonished her. "That's Grima talking."
.-.-.-.-.
"Those new guys from Ylisse are going to do the Home Run contest." Wii Fit Trainer pointed to the pair of tacticians that were waltzing up to the plate. "I can't wait to see how Robin does."
"I didn't think they had any interest in the little games." Ness watched from his spot in the audience.
When the tacticians appeared on the stage, the crowd roared with applause. The Robins took a bow as the countdown started. Robin took out her Levin sword while Marc took out his Nosferatu tome. The second the announcer yelled, 'go,' the two rose up on their respective Grimas and cackled maniacally, brutally slamming the sandbag through the ground.
"AHAHAHA, WRITHE!" Robin slashed the punching bag multiple times at an inhuman speed.
"SQUIRM!" Marc struck it down with Thoron, launched it back into the air with Rexcalibur, and sent it back down with Bolganone. After that, dark flames surrounded the sandbag.
"W-whoa…" Ness watched in horror. "These guys are intense…"
"GO ROBIN!" Zelda cheered, happily.
"So hot." Bowser nodded.
Ness looked at the surrounding admirers with an expression of fright. Well, they were always like this when it came to the sandbag, but no one ever reveled in the beat down of a sentient being that couldn't move or talk quite like this…
"Suffer." The Robins said with too wide too gleeful smiles before they finally hit the sandbag off the stage. The sandbag was hit so high and so far, no one was sure when or if it would come down when a burning Arwing fell out of the sky with the sandbag on it.
"I'm okay!" Falco assured them as he rolled out of the Arwing before it exploded, sending the sandbag even farther away. "Wow, the sandbag prefers the air too." He noted.
"NEW RECORD!" The announcer declared in a booming voice. The crowd erupted in cheers while Ness walked away from it all.
Smash Brothers had really changed…
.-.-.-.-.
"So, Ness." Marc started. "What did you think of our attempt?"
"It was impressive, right?" Robin asked.
"That's not the word I'd use." Ness answered, looking at the two in discomfort.
"Should we have tortured it more?" Marc wondered. "I suppose we weren't brutal enough."
"I knew I should've ripped it open!" Robin shook her head.
"No, that's not it!" Ness put his hands up in front of him. What was wrong with these two? "I just think you didn't have to go that far with it. Though your form with swinging the bat was spot on!"
"Awwww, thanks!" The Robins seemed to ignore his criticism.
"Yeah, well… Scary expressions don't suit pretty faces like yours." Ness said with a smile. The Robins blushed at that as he left.
"I think he likes us..." Robin said.
"…but why do I still feel like I lost?" Marc asked.
"That was a pretty smooth line, though." Robin nodded.
"Well played, Ness." Marc also nodded. "Well. Played."
-ANDWHAT'SWRONGWITHTHAT?
Hoshi: No, but really, why did this story get so suggestive all of a sudden? I came into this story telling myself I probably won't ship the Robins with anyone, and I'm probably going to come out asking for Zero Suit SamusXRobin fics. What have I done?