Robin and Shanzira: B support.

OH BOY I HEAR ROBIN RIGHT NOW! I wipe the stupid grin off my face ninja-fast.

Robin's silhouette is plain against my tent wall for a moment, and I palpably hear her call out for me. "Shanzira! Where are you, you little–"

I interrupt with an obligatory cross between height gag and reference. "Who're you calling so short she doesn't even reach half the height of her spear?!" I had that REHEARSED. I was so ready for this.

"Wha–" Robin pauses for a moment, dumbfounded, then storms into my tent. She snarls anew: "I never said such a thing! And you! Why did you–"

"Calm your shit," I wave her away, "I was just joking. Old in-joke from home." I actually got the nickname "Edward" from one of my friends, and she was talking about Edward ELRIC. Said friend is the same one who named me Merida, she's a nicknamer. What else did she name me? Strider, if I remember right, since I cosplayed as Dave Strider from Homestuck that Halloween.

I'm drawn back to reality (a beautiful reality) with a snort from the tactician. "That's not what I'm angry about! Where did THIS come from?!" And she holds up my precious artwork of her kissing Chrom. Yes, that's what I was pinning up earlier today. SHIPPING.

"Oh my," and I can't hide a Severa-smirk, "I'd say someone thinks you two look good together." I'm trying to imply that I had no hand in it, but it's hard, I'm actually really bad at this (but trying to figure out how to improve). "Actually, I have to admire the quality of this art, it's–"

She cuts me off. "It's yours, isn't it?"

"Well fuck," I laugh. Oh well, I know whose ire I face, it's that of Grima herself, and I REGRET NOTHING!

She crumples it in her fist and leans over to yell at me; if she and I were sparring, I'd say she just presented me with a wonderful opening to her head (poke poke poke!). "Why would you draw this and then distribute copies of it around camp?!"

I'm still laughing when I reply, "ehhh, two reasons: Revenge, and I thought it would make an excellent prank." And boy, it did. Hoo, I'm gonna have a job drying these tears, they're tears of laughter. Aw damn, I'm still sore from the aggrieved tears earlier, fuck.

Her reply is almost prefaced with an "uh?!" sound. "Revenge for what, that comment that one time?! That hardly warrants such a–"

"Far more prank than revenge, though," I reflect happily.

Oh my, I do love that shade of red her face is turning. I really do, it's just... Wow. I have to use that red in a drawing sometime. "You do know I can hardly stand to go near Chrom because of this, right?!" She flashes the crumpled and ruined artwork in my face again.

I lean back calmly. "Really? Huh," I chuckle. "Well, that means the prank worked and got the desired effect." I close her eyes and brace myself, still smiling.

"YOU WANTED THIS?!" I do believe I just heard Lon'qu jump and nearly scream (think Ragna the Bloodedge reacting to ghosts, if you've ever played Blazblue) outside the tent. Yeah, we recruited him, I just never see much of him despite how cool and fucking hilarious he is. I need to run up and glomp him sometime and see how he reacts.

I hold up my pointer finger to draw her attention. "Not to sound like a broken record, but calm down, Robin." Clam down, I thought. Damn, I have got to stop rereading Homestuck. "It's just a prank. I'll explain that to the boss, okay? And that explanation will be accompanied by a sincere apology." I wave that same hand I used the pointer finger of to wave her worries away. Then, screwing myself over with no regrets, I add: "In the mean, I still plan on laughing my ass off."

There's plenty of air in Robin's mouth; she's trying not to literally explode at me. I'm so glad she's not Grima right now. "You, you... You witch!"

Aw, she didn't outright call me a bitch? Robin, I am disappoint (sic). "Ahh, some advice for you, my dear Robin," I sit up again to properly deliver these morals. "Live life to the fullest. A day without laughter is a day wasted." After that, I stand and approach the exit to my tent. "Think on that, love, and maybe you'll be a little more fond of winging it." I step out, and linger just long enough to catch what she says.

"Why would I... Argh! She's gone! That little minx!" Whatever happened to that attention span, eh?! HAHAH!

Author's notes: The desperately awaited B support between Robin and I. YOU GUYS THOUGHT SIBLING BOND. HAHAHA. Maybe later. First, dinner.
Edit because the author is half asleep and very hungry: This support appeared in Chapter Twelve: Elle Vent.