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Our muses’ are drunk and making bad decisions leave a ❋ in my askbox for our muses’ to share a stupid, drunken kiss

      ❝ Robiiiiiiiin, ❞ Chrom slurred, a grin stretching across his lips as he slung an arm around the shoulders of the other and tugged him into a one-armed hug, the drink in his other hand sloshing against the sides of his mug. Only barely did he manage not to spill it.

      The tactician had been standing somewhat away from everyone else, watching as Vaike had pestered Chrom into a drinking contest until the prince was too exasperated to refuse. He was sure that by the morning their efforts would come to naught because they both seemed to be so drunk that they would suffer raging headaches when they woke and be quite unable to remember who had won -- if anyone was keeping any kind of track, that is. Robin thought the whole ordeal somewhat tedious, but he himself was not entirely in his right mind either. Still, when the man who held his heart pulled him into his side he couldn’t stop the way his lips twitched upward or the way he leaned into him eagerly.

      ❝ Robin, you are my best friend, you know that? ❞ The grin suddenly vanished from his face, replaced with a more serious expression as if he’d never spoken more important words in his life -- as if the entirety of the Shepherds did not already know how dear Robin was to him.❝ My best friend. ❞

      Before he could stop it, Robin was already speaking in reply, his own words slurring in the way that Chrom’s were.❝ Well, you’re not my best friend. ❞

      Confusion swept over the prince’s features, hurt flashing across hues of blue, but he barely opened his mouth to ask what that meant when Robin started again.

      ❝ You’re more than my best friend. ❞

      He was only confused then, the hurt fading, but he didn’t quite comprehend what that meant either. Perhaps if his mind was not muddled by drink he would have understood, but in this state Chrom only wondered what level of friendship the tactician held him at. More than a best friend? What was more that the best?

      With a furrowed brow, he asked,❝ So what am I, then? If not your best friend. ❞

      A frustrated sound and the twist of his lips into a slight scowl, eyes rolling at how dense he was being.❝ You can be so stupid sometimes. ❞

      Hands came up to grip his collar, yanking him down so that their faces were not held at the distance their differed heights forced upon them, and pressed his lips against Chrom’s somewhat forcefully. Some part of him screamed at him to stop, that this was a bad idea and he should not have done this, but in this moment he didn’t care. Chrom’s eyes were wide with surprise and he did not reciprocate, stunned and unable to react to the sudden gesture. It wasn’t until Robin released his collar and stepped back that he began to fully register what had just happened, but Robin had turned and started to walk off, stumbling slightly thank to his own inebriation, and he couldn’t make himself move to follow.

      In the morning, Chrom was suffering from a massive hangover just as Robin had suspected he would, and he also could not remember anything beyond his drinking contest with Vaike. It gave him both relief and pain to see the prince smile at him the way he always did (if a little tiredly) with absolutely no recollection of the previous night’s events.

His is a face she knows well, yet she can’t help but shrink away all the same. Her friendship with Robin is tenuous still, interrupted by her stuttering and nurtured by his patience, but she knows in her gut that this isn’t quite him. There’s something in the way he carries himself, in the way he walks and the way expressions flit across his face that is strange, too strange, and though her heart pounds in her chest at the thought of calling attention to herself, she speaks.