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It was another late night, seated on the couch and waiting for Stahl's return. Robin sighed as she uncomfortably shifted in her seat. Silence stretched throughout the small apartment as the faint glow of streetlights leaked through the window.   'Where is he?' Robin mused. 'I know he works so late, but why now when I have the perfect gift for him...?'   Just then, the sound of the door softly clicking open abruptly ended the female's train of thought. As she suspected, Stahl entered the living room. A fatigued expression was etched upon his features as he fumbled towards the couch, his shoulders were hunched over while his eyes were sunke

    "Robin," the male whined against Robin's hair. "You've been reading that book all day. Pay attention to me!"   Robin only responded with a hearty chuckle to hear Henry's complaints, his arms wrapped cozily around her torso as they laid in bed. Faint moonlight leaked within the flaps of the tactician's shared tent while small stubs of candles placed aside from their bed dimly lit the room. The wee flickering flames grew dimmer by the minuet as the wax melted down while Henry clasped the other in a warm, luxurious hug from behind while his chest rose and fell against her back.   "Aw, Henry," Robin cooed, amusement laced her voice. "Can't

   The water from the crystal clear stream moved softly around the tactician's  outstretched fingers, caressing her skin cooly, eddying in its wake. Robin pulled her hand out of the water only to watch the liquid drip from her palm and fingers. The female's head was nustled within the blades of green grass, her body on its side. Neighboring her was Sumia who sat in front of the stream, her lap was laid with numerous flowers.   "It is a nice day out, isn't it?" the pegusus knight chirped, twidling with her floral toys. "I couldn't help but drag you out here!"   The tactician only replied with a low mumble, her eyelids already closed. Sumia

   Robin pinched the bridge of her nose in irritation, the sound of her son's painfully loud sobs were the only thing that broke the silence. Morgan's small hands tugged and grabbed at her clothes in hope she'd stop his father from devouring all his candy, for he had already began to inhale most of it.   "Gaius," Robin spoke with a stern tone with a glare embedded onto her face. "Give Morgan back his chocolate bar."   With chocolate now smeared onto his hands and around his mouth, Gaius only gripped onto his stolen treat even tighter.   "It's his fault for not getting to it fast enough!" Gaius protested.   "He's only a child; a toddle