Speaking of... there was just something so odd about speaking to Robin. He was the player's in game avatar and connection to the game world. But he was also Morgan and Noire's father as well as Tharja's husband.
The snow-haired man also just so happened to be the one to pull back the flaps of the tent that Morgan shared with her sister. You quickly turned your head at the sound and found his chocolate brown eyes looking right at you.
"Greetings." He smiled as he fully entered the tent. The inside of which was a tale of two sisters. Morgan's side was a controlled mess while Noire's was a bit more organized. The sight actually reminded Robin of his wife and himself.
"Greetings, Robin." You acknowledged. You didn't address him by his title since he already made it clear that he didn't care for formalities, something you already knew from your experience with the game itself. "How are you?"
"I'm doing well, thanks for asking. I just stopped by to see how you and Morgan are doing is all." He answered. There was just something about how he spoke and the gleam in his eyes as he did so. He gave off the impression that he knew something but wouldn't say so.
"Morgan and I are just fine. She's been taking good care of me." You told the tactician. There was no way you were going to admit to Robin that his daughter had gone the route of her mother in the far-off future and was using you as a human test subject.
Whether or not the avatar could see through your words or not was unclear but a feeling in your gut told you that he did. Robin and Tharja were a lot alike in this regard, although the former was a much easier to have a conversation with.
It was also then that the tent flaps opened again, this time to reveal a humming Morgan holding a bowl of what smelled like chicken soup. "I'm back and I brought... father? What are you doing here?"
Morgan looked surprised at first, but that surprise was quickly replaced with glee. The raven-haired girl was happy to see her father and if it wasn't for the hot bowl of soup in her hands, she no doubt would have given him a big hug. Huh? That knowledge actually made you smile.
"I just dropped by to see how you and our guest were doing?" He answered his future daughter as she walked over to the table you were seated on and dropped down the bowl. The soup smelled nice, and it made you wonder who was on cooking duty today. Maybe Frederick?
"I've been taking good care of our little guest, thank you very much." Morgan said with a confident smile. She gently lifted you off the table as well to show her father that there was nary a scratch on you. She then did something very unexpected and planted a very brief kiss against your back.
You were now left a little blushing mess when her surprisingly soft lips left your back. Why the hell did Morgan just kiss you like that in front of her old man who wasn't actually an old man due to the game being a time travel story. What was she thinking?
Again, to your surprise, Robin didn't look all that bothered by the tactician-in-training's actions. He just continued to smile only now the nature of his smile had changed. There was also something else in his eyes now that was a cross between pity and mirth. It was almost as if he were saying 'good luck'.
"I can see that." He finally spoke after a time. "Anway, I just wanted to check up on the two of you and see how things are going. I have a very important meeting to get to, so I'll talk to the two of you some other time." He was just about to exit the tent until he turned his head to face you. "One more thing, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. You'd do well to remember that."
With his peace said the tactician disappeared through the tent flaps and left the two of you alone. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned? What was Robin on about with that? That seemed completely random on his part.
Morgan simply shrugged her shoulders before giving you her full attention. She then planted another kiss on you which left you reeling. You just couldn't fathom where all this affection was suddenly coming from. It was then you noticed the look on her face. It was the same one Tharja had when she stalked Robin, and when Noire watched Inigo from afar.
That's when it really hit you. This was a trait both sisters inherited from their mother, obsessive love. All the pieces suddenly started to fall into place. Morgan was interested in you and her way of showing affection was to use you as a guineapig. If you were normal sized, she'd probably stalk you too like Noire did Inigo.
"Be careful." Morgan whispered in a way that was at odds with her usually bubbly self. "You shouldn't be too forward, otherwise I'll have to tell father."
You felt a cold chill run down your spine. Oh yeah, your caretaker's inner Tharja was showing.
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