Lucina walked briskly down the corridors of the castle with a tray in hand. Robin never showed up for lunch and she had a good idea that he never ate anything at all. He rarely did when he got wrapped up in work. He really needed an assistant or something.
When she came in to deliver the food though, he was not there. His coat had been left on the back of his chair meaning he would not be gone long. Lucina surmised that he had probably gone out to relieve himself and decided to wait for him.
While waiting, however, Robin's coat caught her eye. He was rarely without it so it was rare to ever see them separated. She had to admit that she was curious. Taking a double check to make sure that she was alone, she slipped the coat on herself.
It was rather comfortable actually. It breathed rather well too considering its size. She twisted a little from side to side and watched as the cloak swung through the air. That flowing aspect had inspired many a troops on the battlefield she would wager.
"Having fun?"
Lucina immediately spun and looked at Robin with her face red with embarrassment, "Robin! I-I was just…it was just sitting there, and…are you angry?"
"No, I think you look quite ravishing honestly."
"Er, thank you, but I should have asked first. It is your coat after all. I know how much it means to you."
"Yes, but you can wear it whenever you'd like. You're the only one though."
"Thank you. It is quite comfortable."
"Heh, maybe we should get you one of your own then."
Chrom did not bother looking up from the report when he entered Robin's office, "Hey, Robin, are you sure about–" his voice trailed off when he finally looked up. The coat looked right, but that was definitely not his tactician in the chair, "Lucina? What are you doing here? And why are you wearing Robin's coat?"
"He's been so busy lately that I decided on assisting him. At least until he catches up."
"I see," Chrom was not too comfortable with her spending so much time with Robin. Alone. "A-and the coat?"
"Oh, Robin got me this when I decided to help him. I think he said something about a uniform."
"W-well," Chrom went mildly pale. Would Robin's corruption of his daughter never end?
"But enough about that, what did you need?"
"Er, umm, it's nothing that can't wait. I'll, uh, be back later."
"Oh, okay, father. See you at dinner?"
"Yes, that sounds good," Chrom then made a hasty retreat. Seeing Lucina in that coat, even if it was a replica, made her relationship to Robin all too real. He breathed deep. He would get used to it one day…eventually.
A/N: Just a short little thing I thought up. It was actually kind of two ideas that both revolved around Lucina wearing his coat so I just bundled them.
