Shanzira and Robin: A Support.

"How are you doing, Shanzira?"

I plop myself onto my hastily unfurled bedroll, exhaustion present in my sigh. "I'm dead but still walking. And you?"

I can't see her face, or even her at all, but I imagine she's tilting her head towards me as she answers. "Tired as well, but I'm all right."

"Good," I sigh. "Naga knows we'd be screwed if something happened to you."

I'm definitely on autopilot now– I'm speaking without thought. Used to do this as a kid, and I was still clever enough. I have nothing going through my head, I'm just replying with what my mouth forms first. You can ensure honesty this way...

Footsteps approach me, with the sharp clat of heels against ground. "So were you aware of this when you drew this?" Aaaaand my shipping art is dangled before me. Is she still on about that?

Another sigh. I seem to be doing that a lot. "That was only a lighthearted prank to see your face and reaction. Sorry, I was just... being stupid." Yeah. Being stupid. As always...

The artwork vanishes from my sight, and Robin sits next to me (I can tell because my bedroll gave way where she's sitting). "You really like to imagine me and Chrom together, don't you?"

"Yeah," I yawn. "You two look like a really cute couple." One-time OTP.

"Perhaps even doing things a little more scandalous?"

... Oh. Oh Naga, I'm an idiot. She was wondering just how dirt– can I escape this conversation now?

"Robin, please, for the love of all the gods, do not lead me to imagine such things." This is not a particularly good time for me to be imagining naked men GODS DAMN IT!

WHY DO I HAVE SUCH A DIRTY MIND?!

I hear her chuckle. ... Chuckle? "I can see why you enjoy it," she says.

CAN I STRANGLE HER?! I look straight at her and she- oh.

Now I get it.

"Geddoff my bedroll," I grumble as I push her off of it. When she hits the ground, she's laughing too hard to care. "That was mean."

She gasps for breath. "I can see why you enjoy your pranks." Wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, Robin sits up and looks at me. She probably just added a hell of a laugh line to her face. "It feels just as good to get revenge for that."

I look at her in slight terror. "Gods, what have I unleashed upon this world? A master tactician with a fetish for pranking– I fear for all who you might target." Specifically, myself.

With a smaller chuckle, she says, "you needn't worry, O mistress of japes." Why does that make me worry more? "I will wield this gift wisely as a tactician would. I'll be sure to tell Chrom you've repaid your debt for the posters."

I would hope for that to be the end of it, but my gut's screaming too loudly at me (and I'm pretty sure that's not my appetite). So: "Robin, can we just stop the prank business here and now before we both go so far south that we won't be able to get out of it?"

She looks my in the eye. I still can't believe her eyes are brown instead of red, but ehhh, fine. Red would make tons more sense for a fellblood, though. "All right. All you had to do was ask. We're friends, aren't we?"

I... Suppose we are. I have a habit of making close friends without realizing it. One day it's just chatting over a campfire, the next I'm sharing fanfic ideas. I mean, Robin and I are good enough friends that we can mind fuck each other and completely forgive each other for it.

That says a lot.

"I guess we are friends." I lie back down on my bedroll. "I didn't even realize I was being friendly. It just sort of happened."

She sits back down next to me. "Going to sleep? We march tomorrow."

I yawn. Let's face it, I'm so exhausted that only a nap can fix my issues here. "Yup." I adjust my coat and turn over.

This support happened in chapter 22: My Mind Gets Blown. I originally wrote one in the situation and overhauled that because it wasn't a support for all occasions. Meh. Anyways, it's Thursday and I last slept on Wednesday. It's time to sleep.