Morgan had gotten up early that morning to make breakfast, and so he was in the kitchen when he first heard the steps. Even with Chrom's footsteps usually being the most distinct, something sounded off about them today. It was probably nothing, Morgan thought, as he turned to greet his father when he walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning! I'm making some eggs, do you-"
His voice, however, stopped abruptly once he actually processed what he was looking at. He was pretty sure that yesterday Chrom's armor hadn't been so...fuzzy, and he definitely hadn't had a beard.
"Did you get a new job?"
Morgan's smile fell pretty fast, and was quickly replaced by an awkward grimace; that getup would've looked ridiculous on anyone, and the dark blue didn't do Chrom any favors. It looked like it was clothing suited to a job, but what kind of job required that kind of clothing? Was it an outfit he'd picked out for himself? Was this where Lucina go it from?
December 1st!
"Good morning! I'm making some eggs, do you-"
His voice, however, stopped abruptly once he actually processed what he was looking at. He was pretty sure that yesterday Chrom's armor hadn't been so...fuzzy, and he definitely hadn't had a beard.
"Did you get a new job?"
Morgan's smile fell pretty fast, and was quickly replaced by an awkward grimace; that getup would've looked ridiculous on anyone, and the dark blue didn't do Chrom any favors. It looked like it was clothing suited to a job, but what kind of job required that kind of clothing? Was it an outfit he'd picked out for himself? Was this where Lucina go it from?