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 “Yea...I had a feeling most everyone else felt the same,”

     A brief sigh passes Robin’s lips, perhaps a bit frustrated with himself for not being able to calm down his mind enough to catch some valuable rest. While he didn’t exactly expect to meet anyone on his way walk under the clear, moon-light night sky, he can’t say he’s totally surprised to have ran into Tharja, of all people. She seemed to be similar to his type--over thinking situations, perhaps stressing too much. If nothing else, the young man found some solidarity in it, but at the same time, he felt a touch bad. If the army’s tactician isn’t even confident in his men’s ability to fight and proceed in battle, then how in the world can his men be? Not that he thinks Tharja holds himself in that high of a regard, even as just the tactician, but still. He feels like he’s setting a bad example.

 Dark eyes look around his surroundings for a few moments before finally deciding to join the dark mage. No need in walking by himself when there is someone to join him. Robin thinks he would enjoy the company more, anyway.

 “Even if I think the tactics I wrote are perfectly sound, I still find myself fretting so much. Walhart isn’t an enemy to take lightly, and I’m worried we’ll still be over powered by him and his men,”

 The grass underneath worn boots crunches softly as the man takes a few steps forward, already knowing what path Tharja is probably referring to. He has taken it many a time, after all. Looking back at the female, he offers a small smile and gives her a beckoning look. Robin holds out his arm for her, offering for her to take it if she wants, a common curtesy for the time.

 “I’d love one, actually. Thanks,”

     A friendly smile is what the young teacher flashes his college before stuffing his hands in his pockets, looking around the lounge. Everything at this school is so new to him--all the sights and sounds, the faculty, and of course, the students. Robin felt honored to be able to teach at such a popular high school, but the man is still clearly nervous. He is fresh out of collage, after all, and although he had done intern work for quite some time, this is first attempt teaching his own class, all by himself. Honestly, the morning was a bit rocky--he was nearly late on his first day because he had forgotten his bag, and then he stumbled in his lesson plans for the first part of the day. He was a bit worried his pupils didn’t like him too much, despite the apparent praise others were giving him. Maybe they just need some time to come around, he thinks...After all, he remembers being in high school, and lacking trust in new teachers. Especially inexperienced ones.

 So he walks over the coffee maker in the corner of the room, leaning against a counter as he played with his tie nervously, waiting for his turn to pour himself a cup. He really shouldn’t feel so nervous--it’s not like any of the fellow teachers he’s met today so far have been rude or the like to him. Most have been kind and helpful, especially the blue-haired PE coach Robin met with that morning. Oh, what was his name again?

 Seeing his turn to use the coffee pot, the young man is snapped out of his thoughts, politely taking a cup and filling it with the hot beverage. He smiles and waves to the person behind him before walking over to Chrom, taking a seat beside him. Leaning back, he sighs and takes a sip of coffee.

 “Do they like me? I honestly couldn’t tell...Some of them were giving me a hard time this morning,”

 Robin frowned a bit, remembering how a few of his new pupils refused to turn to certain pages in their books, or just ignored him.

     Robin, for as smart a man as he is, wouldn’t say he had much confidence at all when it came to undressing in front of others. Perhaps most of the male soldiers were just fine with bathing or dressing in the presence of others, but that particular thing was far from something the strategist was okay with. No, he’s far too shy and self-conscience to go about such a bold thing, and so, would rather use the fact that he is awake at the earliest of hours during dawn to take care of all of his bathing needs, instead. In fact, he quite liked the calming silence of the hour or so right before day break--of the cool air, and scarce but calming songs of the birds. A nice relaxing bath during this time nearly made it worth it to the man to get up so early after staying up into the late hours of the night, working on his different strategies and plans. And this very early morning was of no exception--it was peaceful and quiet, just like any other morning. And, also just like any other morning, the man expects no one to be occupying the men’s bathing tent, for when did any of the other soldiers bother to get up this early? The only other person he sees awake at this hour--other than Frederick--, are his younger twin children, and even then, that isn’t very often. And he had every reason to just assume they were both in their tents, just like most everyone one else.

     Approaching the tent, the white-haired man drops his jaw and flashes his teeth in the form of a quiet yawn, stretching his arms over his head. There is a towel slung over his shoulder, because even if they are usually provided in the tent, he’d rather not take that chance. The idea of having sneak across camp just to get a towel makes the tactician cringe internally, so much so that when he does finally open the tent’s flap, he is a bit too distracted to notice the other figure in the dim lighting. But, with another stretch--this time rubbing his still-tired-eyes--, the male is somewhat alarmed to see the back of another figure, just a few feet in front of himself. Even though their back is to him, he can tell immediately by the hair color and the trousers who this person--or rather, this boy--, is, but just as Robin goes to say his name, he is stopped as soon as his dark eyes notice the ink on his son’s back. His eyes widen, and his jaw nearly drops--just what is he looking at? And what about all the scars littering the boy’s back? Those can’t all be from fighting, there is simply no way. Both horrified for the boy, and confused, the man snaps out of his near-trance-like-state upon seeing the other begin to frantically move, finish dressing himself and gather his things.

   “...Marc?”

     Yet, as soon as the boy’s name leaves the man’s lips, the other is already bolting out of what the tactician can only assume is either embarrassment, fear, or both or perhaps something else entirely. What did he just see? If he remembers correctly, those six eyes tattooed on his back resembled that dragon’s scarily closely...And this, if nothing else, is a cause for major concern for Robin. So, in a quick motion, before the boy could escape the tent, the man calls the other’s name again, grabbing his wrist in a firm but not harmful grip. Marc seems so spooked by this...And, frankly, Robin didn’t want to take any chances, and so speaks in a tone clearly startled with this discovery, but still calm, and collected.

I just wanna say that Starting Days is almost almost here and I really don’t wanna watch the whole movie on tumblr (like I usually do with normal anime episodes, since it’s impossible to run away from spoilers here). This is why I’m gonna be absent from tumblr until I can truly watch the whole movie with subs. I really don’t know how much time it’s gonna take, especially because of subs, but yeah, you probably won’t see me ‘till that time comes.

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