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Fred y u so amazing?

We concluded in the Japanese thread that grabbing a rabbit lady by the ears is the equivalent of copping a feel.

Also this support supports my whole claim of "Panne does not hate humans so her bitchiness in Vaike's (and Virion's apparently?) is out of character". Or maybe this one's out of character. I don't know, I prefer the former.

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Now for the man of science and the Lad-ette, Laurent and Kjelle's Romantic supports!

C Support

Kjelle: Hah! Yah! …Haaaah!

Laurent: Ah, Kjelle. Busy training?

Kjelle: Just taking practice swings. Nothing fancy.

Laurent: Ah, yes. Excellent. Hm…

Kjelle: …You got something to say?

Laurent: You are a bit off today.

Kjelle: What are you talking about? I'm fine-same as ever!

Laurent: It is possible that I am mistaken.

But to my eye, your movements lack their customary crispness.

Are you quite certain you're feeling well?

Kjelle: Well, I have had a bit of a twinge in my lower back for the last couple of days…

Laurent: That would be a likely culprit.

Might I suggest you have it treated? A massage, perhaps.

Kjelle: Pfft. Massages are for princesses! I just need towork through it.

Laurent: Inadvisable. You would be far better served seeking legitimate treatment.

As the lower back muscles drive the entire body, they are indispensable to combat.

They are also slow to heal. If ignored, your condition may worsen.

Kjelle: All right, fine. I'll get a massage!

Maybe paint my nails while I'm at it… *grumble grumble*

Laurent: I hope it serves you well. Do take care.

B Support

Kjelle: Hey, Laurent!

Laurent: Did you need something?

Kjelle: I wanted to thank you for the other day.

Er, when you told me to go get that massage.

Laurent: Ah, yes. What of your back since then?

Kjelle: Good as new! So, yeah. Thanks. It was a big help.

Laurent: Please, do not give it another thought.

I consider it a part of my duties to keep watch for any anomalies.

If I can be of assistance in keeping this army in top condition, I shall do so.

And that means scrutinizing every last tick, movement, and gesture.

Kjelle: …You do what now?

Laurent: Er, have I said anything amiss? Your face is most scrunchy.

Kjelle: No, no. It's just that when you say it like that, it…

Well, it makes it sound like you're constantly watching us.

Laurent: Yes, precisely. Constantly watching. Is that a problem?

Kjelle: Not a problem, I guess, but it is kind of…creepy. Like a…stalker.

Look, you should be careful you don't make anyone feel uncomfortable, okay?

Some people don't enjoy being watched.

Laurent: Er, I see. Yes, of course.

(Kjelle leaves)

Laurent: ...And you, Kjelle? Are you "some people"?

A Support

Kjelle: Oh. Hello, Laurent.

Laurent: Kjelle.

Kjelle: You haven't been by to check up on me in a while. Is everything all right?

Laurent: What?

Kjelle: You said it was your duty to keep watch on us. Keep us in top condition and all that?

And then you just stopped coming by. I wondered if you'd given up or what.

Laurent: I still watch everyone else.

Kjelle: Everyone…else?

Laurent: After you cautioned me, I thought it best if I made an exception for you, so I desisted.

Kjelle: Because I told you other people may not like you staring at them?

Laurent: "Some people" were your words. I thought perhaps you were speaking for yourself.

It is not uncommon for people to cloak their fears in the guise of an imaginary-

Kjelle: Oh, for hell's sakes! That's not what I was doing!

I just meant that SOME people might take offense. That's all I meant.

Laurent: Is it?

Kjelle: Yes, it is! If it bothered me, I'd have told you to knock it off because it bothers me.

Sometimes you're too smart for your own good. Stop overthinking everything!

Laurent: …My apologies. I see my inference was mistaken.

Kjelle: Your advice has already helped me out. I'm a big fan of your advice.

So I was HOPING you'd keep watching.

If anything looks off to you, point it out. I'd be eager to hear it.

Laurent: Then I shall strive to let no glimmer of potential improvement elude me!

Kjelle: You do that.

S Support

Laurent: Hello, Kjelle.

Kjelle: L-Laurent!

Laurent: Is something amiss? Ought I be concerned that the sight of me sends you reeling?

I would gladly lend an ear to any troubles you may behaving.

And troubles I am the cause of, doubly so.

Kjelle: No, you're fine. It's me. I…need to apologize.

Laurent: Oh?

Kjelle: I snapped at you before. When you stopped coming by to check up on me?

Laurent: I would not categorize your behavior as "snapping."

What's more, I thought the matter was decided as a misunderstanding on my part.

Kjelle: …It wasn't.

Laurent: I fear I don't understand.

Kjelle: That was… I was jealous.

You started watching everyone but me, and it… It made me a little crazy.

Laurent: …Now I really do not understand.

Kjelle: Believe me, I'm as shocked as you.

And I'm still confused about what it all means. What I feel for you…

But I wasn't being honest with you, or with myself. That much is clear.

So I wanted to go ahead and apologize for that, no matter what happens down the line.

Laurent: If I may confirm…

You feel it's possible-but not definite-that you bear an affection for me?

Kjelle: …Yes.

Laurent: And you see the potential for growth into some form of relationship "down the line"?

Kjelle: Sorry, I know it's all pretty vague.

Laurent: I see no call for apology. This is a welcome development.

For I am quite certain in my affections for you, Kjelle.

And as a by-product of possession, jealousy is a favorable addition to the equation.

After all, the ultimate goal here is to be possessed, is it not?

Still, I must say, the frank compulsion to apologize immediately is very you. Ha.

Kjelle: Laurent…

Laurent: You have asked me to continue to watch you, Kjelle.

I would now ask you to do the same.

Kjelle: Well, sure, but… How do you mean?

Laurent: I've only just begun to show my worth as a possible spouse and mate.

However, I still have work to do before I am what the layman might call "dreamy."

But given proper training, I am confident in my ability to steal your heart.

Therefore, I would ask that you observe me in this process and offer advice.

Kjelle: …Er, you want me to watch your "dreamy" training?

Laurent: That is it exactly.

Kjelle: Well, I've had worse offers…

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[spoiler=MaAvatar/Chrom][spoiler=C support]Robin:

Can I ask you something, Chrom?

Chrom:

Uh-oh. Should I be nervous?

Robin:

When you found me collapsed and without memory, why did you take me in?

Chrom:

Well... Because you were collapsed and without memory?

Robin:

That's it? Pity was your reason?

Chrom:

Isn't that enough?

Robin:

Did you never stop to consider if it was some kind of trap?

Chrom:

Heh, that's what I have Frederick for.

Robin:

But why didn't--

Chrom:

Robin, if I see someone hurt or in need, I'm going to help them. That's just who I am, and there's no changing it. Or would you rather I'd left you there, face down in the muck?

Robin:

No, of course not. I'm thankful for what you did. I truly am. But it scares me all the same. Chivalry and longevity don't often go hand in hand.

Chrom:

Ha! I wish I had a gold coin for every time I got this lecture.

Robin:

I can only offer advice, I'm afraid. You really should be more careful in the future.

Chrom:

I'm sorry, but no. If it happened again today, I'd do the same exact thing...

Robin:

But--

Chrom:

Peace, Robin. I have heard your counsel, and I know you mean well. But as I said, this is who I am. I can't change that, nor would I want to.

Robin:

I... I understand. If that is your decision, then so be it. Just do try and be careful, Chrom. For my peace of mind, if not your own?

Chrom:

I will. I promise.

[spoiler=B support]Robin:

Chrom! Are you all right?!

Chrom:

Er, yes, I'm fine. ...What's got you so excited?

Robin:

I heard you were attacked behind the mess tent!

Chrom:

Pfft! Some local thug approached with a dagger, but he bolted when I drew iron. It was dark... The poor fellow probably thought he was mugging a merchant! Ha!

Robin:

You challenged him alone?!

Chrom:

Well, I wouldn't say "challenged," exactly. More like "shooed away." Can't very well just leave that sort around the camp now, can we?

Robin:

By the gods, Chrom! Please, I beg you, do not take any more of these foolish risks.

Chrom:

Hah! You do realize we're at war, right? Just walking onto the battlefield is a risk.

Robin:

I don't fear anyone besting you head-on; I fear you being stabbed in the back! Many of our enemies do not share your sense of honor.

Chrom:

Do you really think some random cutpurse would get the better of me?

Robin:

Shall I list every hero who said that before being poisoned, sniped, or snared?

Chrom:

Well, I don't think a list is necess--

Robin:

You're our COMMANDER, Chrom... Battlefield victories mean nothing if an army loses its leader. You are no longer simply your own man. You stand for all of us.

Chrom:

Enough... You have a point. You're right...as you always are. I will be more careful. Thank you, Robin.

[spoiler=A support]Robin:

I hear you've been going on patrol with a couple of the men.

Chrom:

Only to patrol the immediate area.

Robin:

...You know what I'm going to say, don't you?

Chrom:

That it's too risky, and I need to be more careful. Yes, thank you, mother.

Robin:

But if you know this, then why--

Chrom:

Look. I understand enemies could be lying in wait to try and kill me... But there could also be others who need my help! There's a war going on, and people are suffering. I can't ignore them. I won't.

Robin:

So why not send your men to search for these hapless innocents?!

Chrom:

Because.

Robin:

Becauuuse...?

Chrom:

Because...of you. If I hadn't been there--if Frederick alone had found you--would we have ever met?

Robin:

...Probably not.

Chrom:

You see? And it's not just you, Robin. It's everyone like you. I know going out there exposes me to danger, and I haven't always been careful. But it's a risk I'm willing to take in order to connect with the people. To forge bonds.

Robin:

Bonds? Between who?

Chrom:

You and me. Me and the others. The villagers we've met, the world we've seen... Such bonds are the true strength of this army. Without them, we're lost. Others may disagree, but that's one benefit of leadership: I make the final call.

Robin:

It's hard to argue when you use me as your example. But at least let me come with you.

Chrom:

So you can watch my back?

Robin:

That's part of it, yes. But I also want to be there when you find the next me, face down in a field. I want to help you make this army stronger. I want to help you forge new bonds.

[spoiler=MaAvatar/Brady][spoiler=C support]Robin:

Ah, there you are.

Brady:

Lookin' for me, Robin?

Robin:

We haven't had much chance to chat. I thought I'd rectify that.

Brady:

Afraid I ain't much of a conversationalist. I'd probably bore ya stiff.

Robin:

I'm sure that's not true.

Brady:

Plus, I got no place talkin' to an overachiever like you to begin with. We two just ain't a good fit, see?

Robin:

Well, what sort of person WOULD be a good fit?

Brady:

Oh, I dunno. Maybe somebody like that...one fella. The one with the axe. ...Wait a sec, who do I usually talk to? Gotta be SOMEONE, right? Hells bells... Do I not have any friends?

Robin:

Wow, I, uh... I'm sorry I asked?

Brady:

Augh, it's embarrassing enough without you pitying me! I guess I don't really have much in the way of buddies... But what I need is a mentor! Someone who know how a real organization works and does it all by the book. Yessir, it's ironclad hierarchy for me!

Robin:

You want an ironclad hierarchy?

Brady:

Course! The sort of outfit I wanna be a part of is run by the boys up top. When the saps down below screw up, they get smacked back in line!

Robin:

Sounds like you'd make for a pretty stern boss.

Brady:

Eventually, maybe. But I ain't planning to be the big cheese anytime soon. I'm the new kid. I want somebody who's gonna show me what's what. A guy with gravitas, yeah? Manly and tough, but dedicated. Little fire in his belly! The sort of fella what I can admire.

Robin:

Sounds pretty stoic.

Brady:

Yeah, exactly! Stoic! Respect for authority mixed with a liberal dose of old-fashioned male bonding! The boss makes his boys into men, and the men defend the boss with their lives!

Robin:

Heh, well I guess the trick is finding the right boss, then.

Brady:

I'm hoping to find somebody up for the job right in this here army.

Robin:

I can keep my eye out for likely candidates if you want.

Brady:

Naw, forget it! This ain't the sort of thing what you can find lookin' for it. It's fate as much as anything else. I'll see who the stars lead me to.

Robin:

If you're sure...

[spoiler='B support]Brady:

Hmm... Everybody like him... They trust him as a tactician... His orders are so darn precise... He keeps the eye on the whole field... I know I wouldn't be scrappin' half as well if he wasn't telling me what to do. Plus the guy's a beast in combat, always defending the rest of us...

Robin:

Hmm? Who's that over there...?

Brady:

I think I've found my man!

Robin:

Oh, hello, Brady? What'd you find?

Brady:

Wha--?! Robin! ...N-no, nothin'.

Robin:

You sure? If there's something on your mind, I'm always happy to listen.

Brady:

...Okay, well... When you make a plan, what's the most important thing?

Robin:

Huh? Where's this coming from?

Brady:

Don't clam up now, just answer the question.

Robin:

Hmm... I suppose it's finding a clear path.

Brady:

A path's an awfully literal answer. I was expecting something... I dunno. Fluffier. "Faith in one another" or "ties that bind." That sorta malarkey. Or at least some kinda wacky concept like "efficiency" or "finesse."

Robin:

I think everything you just mentioned is important. But I view my job as charting a path from wherever we are to victory. That way, when I give out the directions, there's a context. A logical continuity. I'd say that's first and foremost for me.

Brady:

So you DO mean it as more of an abstract thing!

Robin:

Well, literal roads are important too, but yes. I'm navigating our way through this war, but everyone else is on the ship. We all share in the journey, so I need to be sure we agree on the course.

Brady:

So it's important it has a "logical continuity"... Huh.

Robin:

Does that answer your question?

Brady:

I dunno. Gimme some time to mull it over. ...Alone.

Robin:

I wonder what that was all about?

[spoiler=A support]Brady:

Hey, Robin! I want to be yer boy, and I want you to make me a man!

Robin:

...I'm sure I must be misunderstanding you.

Brady:

I want you to be the boss what keeps me in line! Remember? We talked about this! I've been looking for someone I could lay my life down for in this here army. A mentor! A big cheese who shows me the ropes!

Robin:

Riiight. I remember that much.

Brady:

Well, I decided YOU'RE gonna be that someone! Sure, you're not exactly the gruff, manly type, and "gravitas" ain't a word I'd use... But what you said before, about seeing a clear path? It kinda got me right here.

Robin:

Er, I'm flattered, but I don't know if I'm the sort of superhuman you're looking for.

Brady:

Whoa, whoa. Hold it right there. A boss has gotta ACT like a boss, you know? Have some bravado. Some swagger! Never play modest, especially in front of the boys! Now, let's try this again. Lay some orders on me, boss! Lemme have it!

Robin:

I'm still not really sure what you're looking for me to do here...

Brady:

Put me to work! Send me on errands! Whatever ya needs! If anyone in the camp's givin' you lip, lemme smack 'em around. Fellas? Dames? Old ladies? Don't matter none to ol' Brady!

Robin:

I don't want anybody smacked around!

Brady:

When you walk around camp, I'll be one step ahead, clearin' your path. When you go to eat, I'll shoo people away from your special table!

Robin:

It's starting to sound like you want a gang kingpin, not a mentor.

Brady:

Exactly! You'd be the boss, which would make me your second! All I ask is that ya work me ragged. If I can draw my last breath after taking an arrow for ya, I'll be happy!

Robin:

What?! I don't want you dying, for me or otherwise!

Brady:

...What, I don't make the cut? Not good enough to be one of your boys?

Robin:

Ugh, Brady...

Brady:

Yeah, boss?! Whaddya need? Just name it!

Robin:

I'll do my best to mentor you, but not in the way you're thinking. I'm not looking for "boys," and I don't want to be anyone's "boss." I want everyone here to support each other as equals. Not as pawns and kingpins.

Brady:

...Sure I can't change your mind? We could get a gang together...

Robin:

We have a gang together, Brady! Our army, a field of equals. I consider all of you brothers and sisters--peers--as should you. We're already bound together, and that's not going to change.

Brady:

Fair enough, boss. Er, Robin. After all, I wouldn't have chose to serve ya if ya didn't have a magnanimous streak.

Robin:

Brady, I just said...

Brady:

Oh, I heard ya. And don't worry. In my heart of hearts, you're still the boss, even if ya wanna just be small potatoes.

Robin:

Thanks, Brady. Not exactly what I was hoping for, but I'll take it. I'm proud to consider you a friend, as well as an ally.

Brady:

Heh, I guess if I can't have a boss, I'll settle for a partner.

Robin:

Welcome to the gang, Brady.

[spoiler=MaAvatar/Inigo][spoiler=C support]Inigo:

Hello, Robin. You busy?

Robin:

No, not really. Did you need a favor?

Inigo:

Ha ha! No, it's nothing like that. I just figured it wouldn't kill me to spend time with the fellas once in a while.

Robin:

Ha! You mean instead of chasing girls hither and yon? Yes, I'd say taking a break once in a while is definitely healthy.

Inigo:

Oh! Speaking of healthy, did you try that vegetable cantina in the last town? You would not BELIEVE how cute the serving wench was!

Robin:

You're taking a break from chasing girls, to talk with me about...chasing girls?

Inigo:

She actually blushed when I said hello. Talk about sweet? I could bottle that! You can't tell me you wouldn't want to share a cup of tea with a lady like that? Plus if she's blushing, that usually means she's interested. Grrrawl!

Robin:

I...suppose so? So what happened next? Did you have that cup of tea?

Inigo:

...Alas, she dashed my hopes. I asked when her shift ended, and she said "After your bedtime"! Ha! But what a wit! Ah ha! Ah ha! ...Ha.

Robin:

She must get many such requests. Perhaps she's simply tired of them.

Inigo:

Or perhaps I just need to ask with more confidence! Ladies love confidence.

Robin:

Heh, you don't let much slow you down, do you?

Inigo:

I can't waste time moping about one rejection when so many ladies remain! Still, thanks for cheering me on, Robin!

Robin:

...Is that what I was doing?

[spoiler=B support]Inigo:

Heeeeey, Robin!

Robin:

Well, you sound chipper, Inigo.

Inigo:

Of course! Nothing scares the ladies away like a frown, so I'm all smiles, all the time!

Robin:

It always comes back to that, doesn't it?

Inigo:

Oh, that reminds me! So I told you about that restaurant I ate at, right? The one with the cute waitress?

Robin:

Let me guess: you met another woman there.

Inigo:

She was absolutely gorgeous! And sitting just one bench away!

Robin:

How did I know?

Inigo:

Well, we both finished eating, but right before I turn on the ol' Inigo charm... This huge knight lumbers up and gives me the stink eye! Well, actually he started yelling in some weird language and waving a sword around. But that's close enough to the stink eye where I come from.

Robin:

Sounds like you made a narrow escape.

Inigo:

Ha! I know! I was out of there like a greased pig at the harvest festival. Even I'm not crazy enough to hit on another man's special lady friend.

Robin:

This could be a good learning experience. Maybe next time you'll think twice before leering at every woman you see.

Inigo:

Oh no! The way I see it, each failure is just more practice for my next encounter! And speaking of which, there's this redhead...

Robin:

...This boy is utterly hopeless. Still, I guess everyone needs a hobby. I just hope he doesn't end up on the end of a lance one day...

Inigo:

Robin? Robin, are you listening to this?

[spoiler=A support]Inigo:

Say, Robin! Got a minute?

Robin:

Sure, what is it?

Inigo:

You have to listen to my tale of woe!

Robin:

I bet I know how it ends...

Inigo:

I'd been hearing rave reviews about a new tavern in town, so I went for lunch. And it was amazing! Even better than what I'd heard, honestly.

Robin:

Oh? What's the name? I'd love to try it. And I must say, I'm surprised. I thought for sure you'd tell me about some wom--

Inigo:

ANYWAY! When I finished eating, I went to give my compliments to the chef... And she was a TOTAL KNOCKOUT!

Robin:

...Right.

Inigo:

I told her how much I enjoyed the food, and her face just lit up! We started talking about the culinary arts, and things took off from there.

Robin:

Didn't you say something about this being a tale of woe?

Inigo:

Well, at one point I mentioned how smokin' hot she was. Innocent compliment, right? Apparently not, because boy, was she mad! I apologized right away, but she wouldn't have it. She said I was more interested in her body than her food. Then she said she'd rather sleep in an iron maiden than talk to me again! ...Er, and she may have also mentioned something about a chastity belt.

Robin:

I suppose she wanted to be acknowledged for her skill more than her appearance.

Inigo:

You mean she thought I had an ulterior motive for complimenting her cooking? Boy, you tacticians really are smart. After outwitting enemy generals, I bet the ladies must be easy prey.

Robin:

...You get slapped a lot, don't you, Inigo?

Inigo:

Oh yeah, all the time. I mean, when I'm not getting kneed in the groin. Still, I really did mean what I said. She was an amazing chef.

Robin:

So the bit about her looks was...what then? Habit?

Inigo:

Exactly! Habit! ...And THAT'S why I have to go apologize to her right now.

Robin:

I really don't know if that's a good--

Inigo:

I'll apologize for the comment and tell her I loved her cooking. AND I'll tell her it would be delicious even if she was ugly enough to scare a wyvern!

Robin:

That's...um...not really... Oh dear.

Inigo:

I flirt because I love, you know. The last thing I want to do is hurt people.

Robin:

Then perhaps you should stop hitting on every woman in sight?

Inigo:

What? ...Don't be silly! It would be cruel to let one mistake deprive all other women of my charms!

Robin:

I suppose there's a kind of respectability in passion, even if it's horribly misguided.

Inigo:

Ooh, what a great line. ...Mind if I use it?

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Another one from me, up next is obtaining the rest of Virion and Tharja's support, already have the B rank recorded.

[spoiler=PanneXStahl]

[spoiler=C]

Stahl: Er, Panne? Sorry to intrude, but it's time for supper.

Panne: I will eat on my own terms. Now leave me.

Stahl: But I prepared your very own dish! I think you'll love it. It's got--

Panne: Did I ask for special treatment, man-spawn?

Stahl: Er, no. But know that you taguel don't eat the same kinds of foods we humans do.

And since Lissa's making some kind of weird stew tonight, I thought...um...well, you know. Just trying to help.

Panne: How very like a human.

Stahl: I don't understand.

Panne: You offer lies as reason and refuse to reveal your true motivations.

Stahl: Look, I don't think you underst--

Panne: Get out of my sight.

Stahl: Okay, okay. You're right. There's more to it than just that. Look. The truth is... I just... I want to be your friend.

I mean, you're the first taguel I've ever met, and I know nothing at all about you. So I thought maybe we could...you know? Spend some time together?

Panne:......

Stahl: Right then. Okay, I'll just leave these potatoes right here and go back--

Panne: Taguel cannot eat potatoes. They make us sick to our stomachs.

Stahl: Oh, I'm sorry. I had no idea.

Panne: That is because I never told you. There are more important things to worry about in war that the state of my insides.

Stahl: If you say so...

Panne:...Man-spawn, wait. It took courage to speak the truth to me. I will never forget it.

Stahl: Oh, not at all. I should be thanking you!

Panne: Why would you thank me? Are all humans this odd? Or are you special?

[spoiler=B]

Stahl: Panne! I'm so glad you're here.

Panne: What do you want?

Stahl: Here, taste this for me

Panne: I don't want to taste any-- MURPH!

Stahl: See, if I come up with a dish you like, you can join us in the mess tent!

It took me a few tries, but I think I've finally made something really--

Panne: Blech! Ptooie! Idiot man-spawn! I told you I cannot digest potatoes!

Stahl: B-but I sliced them really thin! I used Chrom's sword and everything.

Panne: I am leaving. Possibly to vomit. Do not follow me!

Stahl: No, wait! I have another dish to try.

Panne: *Sniff* It smells appalling.

Stahl: Yeah, but there are no potatoes in it. Just cottage cheese. ...Er, and some squid.

Panne: I am still leaving.

Stahl: Wait, wait! I've got one more! This ones the best, I promise! It's a carrot dumpling wrapped in a flaky pastry crust.

Panne: I suppose if it gets the potato taste out of my mouth. *Munch, munch*

Stahl:...Well?

Panne:...Unpleasant.

Stahl: Damn. I thought for sure I had it.

Panne:...However, it IS edible.

Stahl: Hey, I can live with that! So does that mean...

Panne: Very well. I suppose I might occasionally join the others in the mess tent if you made this.

Stahl: Th-that's wonderful! I'll make a huge batch so I can freeze some for later. Thank you, Panne!

Panne: You're thanking me again? You truly are a strange human.

[spoiler=A]

Panne: Why are you hovering around me while I eat?

Stahl: I'm trying to see what other kinds of food you like. You can't keep eating nothing but dumplings. You'll get scurvy!

Panne: Then sit down and join me! Do not hover like a jackal.

Stahl: Oh, er, thank you! That's very kind! Hmm... What's this red thing?

Panne: Firefruit. Its juice can make human skin blister and itch for days on end.

Stahl: *Munch, munch* Hey, that's pretty good! ...Wait what did you say about juice?

Oh, gods. It's on my fingers! ...And in my EYES! Aaaiiieeeeee!

(Panne licks his face)

Stahl: Urrrgh...

Panne: Hello? Stahl? Are you dead? ...Nod if you are not dead.

Stahl: N-no. I'm fine. Just a...little light headed is all.

Panne: You cannot enjoy the meal properly when you're in such a state.

Stahl: Er, Panne? Maybe I just fainted, but were you licking my face just now?

Panne: Yes. It is the way we taguel clean each other. Is that a problem?

Stahl: Er, no! I mean, I'm glad you saved my eyesight and all, but... It's just a little odd to be licked by a beautiful woman.

Panne: I have no idea what you are talking about, strange man. Here, try this fruit instead It should be safe for human skin.

Stahl: Um, there are bite marks in this. Is that normal, or were you eating it?

Panne: Do you refuse to take it just because it's been in my mouth?

Stahl: Gracious, no! N-not at all! Ha ha! Ha. Why should I care?

So, er...here goes... *crunch, crunch*

[spoiler=S]

Stahl: It was good to see you at supper again, Panne.

Panne: Well, none of the food was especially repugnant to me.

Stahl: I know! It's because we tried so hard to come up with a menu everyone could enjoy.

Funnily enough, the dishes you suggested were the most popular.

Panne: You changed the whole menu for the sake of me?

Stahl: If that's what it took to get you to join us at mealtimes, no one minded at all.

And, you know. It gave me a reason to spend more time with you!

Panne: Hah.

Stahl: Did I say something funny?

Panne: I only sat close because I was afraid you'd get firefruit juice in your eye again.

Stahl: Right. But I didn't mean tonight. I mean, not exactly. We've grown somewhat comfortable around each other, right?

Panne:...Oddly enough, I do not mind it.

Stahl: Y-you don't? That's great!

Panne: You are genuinely excited about it, aren't you? You are a strange man.

Stahl: It seems like you've grown more forgiving and tolerant of humans.

Panne: Not all of them, man-spawn. Just you.

Stahl: Er, well, in that case, I was thinking you might...take this ring?

Panne: Is it valuable?

Stahl: No! I mean yes! ...That's not the point! I want us to marry and begin a new era in taguel-human relations.

Panne: You wish to marry me for diplomatic purposes?

Stahl: I'm in love with you, Panne! Hopelessly in love! I want us to spend the rest of our lives together.

Panne: Ah. I see. Very well, Stahl. I accept.

Stahl: Really? Oh, thank you, Panne! We'll have the greatest wedding ever! And no potatoes will be invited!

Panne: Heh. This time I suppose I should be thanking you. ...Thank you, Stahl.

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And now for an attempt to apply science to religious practices, it's Miriel and Libra's Romantic Supports!

C Support

Old Villager: Thank you, Libra. I feel your words have parted the dark clouds about in my heart.

Libra: It gladdens me to hear that, my child.

Miriel: …...

Old Villager: The parables you've shared have lent my life a sense of direction.

I feel hope rekindled in my breast. I cannot begin to thank you.

Libra: Your path will hold its share of hardship, but I pray you keep that hope alive.

Miriel: ……

Libra: Hmm? Oh, Miriel. What are you doing here?

Miriel: Observing.

Libra: That conversation just now?

I fear it's hardly anything so grand as to merit study.

I merely shared the teachings of Ylisse to those villagers eager to listen.

Miriel: And were they receptive?

Libra: I believe that faith will find a home in them.

Such teachings offer a guide to life and are a steadfast beacon in these dark times.

I pray it will also sustain them in the lean days ahead.

Miriel: If the teachings bear such salubrious effect, why not share them with greater numbers?

Libra: Naturally, were it possible, I would share them with everyone!

Er, but why do you bring this up?

Miriel: By my observations, your methodology is highly inefficient. It vexes me.

Libra: Inefficient?

Miriel: Indeed. Assembling an audience, selecting the venue, promulgating the message…

A scientific approach to these factors would yield a far more efficient modus.

Libra: Perhaps, but that isn't-

Miriel: Possible? Poppycock. Anything is possible.

Given a thorough analysis of the germane phenomena, a sound theory will emerge.

However, in the absence of empirical data, you might dismiss it as idle speculation.

Therefore I must prove it through a physical implementation.

Libra: You will do what now?

Miriel: I will show that it can be done.

However, I fear I am unfit to preach the teachings of Ylisse.

In this capacity, I would enlist your aid. I will furnish the mechanism, you the words.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I must begin planning posthaste.

Libra: W-wait, Miriel! …Oh dear.

B Support

Miriel: I have the results from our previous discussion.

Libra: Ah, yes. Your method to spread my teachings to a broader audience.

Miriel: Precisely. A unified fundamental theory has emerged from my investigation.

First, the venue must be of sufficient capacity and easily accessed.

Before speaking, the even must be made public knowledge among nearby villages.

During the gathering itself, wind magic is to be employed to amplify your voice.

Now then. For the next-

Libra: H-hold on just a moment, Miriel.

Miriel: Is something amiss?

Libra: Your plan is to gather a large crowd and speak to all of them at once?

Miriel: Quite. In so doing, you mitigate effort and time requirements by the greatest margin.

Libra: Yes, but I can't address individual people in such a system.

Miriel: Nor ought you. Speaking the same words to followers one by one is hideously inefficient.

Gathering them and addressing the lot in one fell stroke is a far superior plan.

Libra: Superior in time and effort spent, perhaps, but-

Miriel: The plan will succeed. Further peer review is wholly unnecessary.

Libra: …Very well. If you're that certain, we should try it.

Miriel: I will make manifest the eminence of my methodology!

A Support

Miriel: The theory is sound, and yet…

Libra: Is something wrong, Miriel?

Miriel: My data shows attendance is waning at your religious gatherings.

The logs clearly indicate more people came to the initial meetings than come now.

Libra: Yes, I'd noticed as well.

Miriel: But my modus is theoretically sound.

I've just revisited all my assumptions, and they withstand the strictest scrutiny.

Yet data cannot lie.

Libra: Well, perhaps your ideas failed to account for a critical element.

Miriel: Such as?

Libra: The human heart.

Oh, don't get me wrong, your method gets my words to more ears than ever.

But the message stops at the ears, I fear, and does not travel to the heart.

Miriel: A defect in amplification, then?

Libra: Um… Not exactly, no.

Every individual listens to the teachings of Ylisse for different reasons.

If I limit my sermons to truths that apply equally to all, they fall short.

Only by showing the relevance to each person's life can I truly reach them.

Miriel: A logical postulation. Perhaps I was indeed myopic in my designs.

Were you certain from the start that my method would fail?

Libra: I thought offering salvation to a mob would be…difficult, yes.

Miriel: Then why did you consent to the mass gatherings?

Or was I simply too heedless and stubborn to hear your objections?

Libra: A bit, perhaps.

But mostly, I thought your plan might yield a different sort of benefit.

Miriel: And did it?

Libra: Indeed it did!

You've given me the opportunity to meet more people than I ever could have alone!

Miriel: Curious.

I had grown rigid in my methods, Miriel-a lesson I hope you will take to heart.

Your work was a success in terms of meeting converts, but it was only a step.

And so I must continue the work that we started on a more personal level.

Miriel: There is merit in what you say.

Libra: I'm thrilled to hear it.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd best head off to have some of those conversations.

Miriel: I hope you will permit me to offer my continued assistance as well.

S Support

Miriel: Another successful gathering today?

Libra: Absolutely. I can't thank you enough for all your help of late, Miriel.

Miriel: I am glad to be of service.

And this has proven a most fruitful area of personal study as well.

Libra: Oh? What have you learned?

Miriel: That any system-built theory is only as efficacious as the dedication of the user.

This is a known scientific truth, but one I had yet to learn so viscerally.

Libra: The parables hold similar words. …Albeit smaller ones.

Miriel: This endeavor has sparked a curiosity in me to better understand the human heart.

This will help transport my theories from the realm of abstraction into the tangible.

Libra: Perhaps you might begin by examining the contents of my heart?

Miriel: I had not planned to do so.

Libra: Then perhaps offering this will spark your curiosity.

Miriel: …Ah. A ring. Inductive extrapolation suggests this is a proposal of marriage.

Libra: Look into your own heart, Miriel. What do you find?

Miriel: Wonderment and joy in equal parts. Or so it would seem.

Libra: And do the contents of your heart move you to accept this ring?

Miriel: The sum of its contents provide an unequivocally affirmative response.

Still, it is most curious. These sensations are demonstrably real, but hardly logical.

Libra: A fine subject for further investigation.

I'll have to make sure you never lack for future data!

Show of hands, who needs a dictionary to fully understand Miriel?

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For Valentine's Day, I hurried up and finished Inigo x Kjelle and Severa x Noire.

[spoiler=Kjelle x Inigo]

[spoiler=C]

Kjelle: Hya! Grah! Hiyaaah!

Inigo: How goes the training, Kjelle? Your form is as lovely as ever. ... If you know what I mean.

Kjelle: *Huff, huff...* What do you want, Inigo?

Inigo: You could use a break from training. What say you and me go have some fun?!

Kjelle: I'm afraid to ask what your idea of fun entails.

Inigo: Madam, you wound me! A chaste cup of tea was all I had in mind. Perhaps some cake. Eating sweets is a proven pick-me-up, and you owe it to your exhausted body!

Kjelle: Pass. Now if you're done talking, I have a training regimen to get back to ... As should you.

Inigo: Ouch! That hurts. All work and no play makes Kjelle a dull... um... Kjelle. If you don't blow off steam every once in a while, you'll explode!

Kjelle: Training isn't stressful. It's fun. ... Listening to you is stressful.

Inigo: Oh, come on! It'll be a blast! I'll even let you pick out the cake. My favorite is lemon with chocolate frosting, but you can get-

Kjelle: Go. Away. Now.

Inigo: Fine. Fiiiiiine! I'll just go eat cake by myself, then. But I'll be back tomorrow! Just you wait!

Kjelle: ... I wonder if Chrom would mind if I stabbed him?

[spoiler=B]

Inigo: Heeey, Kjelle! Ready to go? I've got the whole day planned!

Kjelle: My day is already planned. I'm training. Now go away.

Inigo: Sorry, no can do! Persistence is my greatest strength, you know.

Kjelle: It's pronounced "tragic flaw."

Inigo: Ah ha! I see your wit is as sharp as a tack!

Kjelle: That wasn't a joke.

Inigo: One day, my sweet, my ceaseless dedication will win you over.

Kjelle: ... You really are unbelievable.

Inigo: Are you all right? You look tired. Can I get you something? Perhaps a slice of cherry cake with those little frosting flowers would-

Kjelle: Oh, for the love of- FINE! Fine. Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine. I'll go out with you on one condition.

Inigo: Ooh, progress! ... What's the condition?

Kjelle: You have to fight me for it. Land one blow past my guard, and you can take me to whatever cake shop you like. I'll even let you pick the weapon.

Inigo: Er... Um... Right. But you see, that's not really... fair. You're the strongest person I know... And that's including Chrom!

Kjelle: Okay, then. Get lost.

Inigo: N-no, wait! I'll do it! I'll fight you! I told you that persistence is my greatest strength! Although right now I wish strength was my greatest strength... Anyway, the sword was my first love, so let us do battle with that!

Kjelle: Sure. It's your funeral.

Inigo: *Gulp!* I mean... um... Ha ha! Don't be surprised when I dance circles around you!

Kjelle: Anytime, twinkle toes. I've been waiting for a chance to pound you into dust. This is going to be fun. Heh. Heh heh heh. Ha ha! AAAH HA HA HA!

Inigo: Eep! Kjelle, I d-didn't know you had an evil side! W-well, at least you seem to be enjoying yourself for a change... Ha ha... ha?

[spoiler=A]

Inigo: I hope you're ready, Kjelle! Today's the day. I can feel it!

Kjelle: What, again? How many times does this make?

Inigo: To be honest, I've lost track. ... Ten? A dozen, maybe?

Kjelle: I stopped counting at thirty. A normal person would have given up by now.

Inigo: Aw, thanks, Kjelle!

Kjelle: That wasn't a compliment! Why are you still here? What motivation could possibly drive you this far? It's truly baffling. And a little scary.

Inigo: I want to go out with you! That's all. I think it'd be fun. I know I'd have fun and I want you to have fun, too. Maybe you'd even smile once in a while.

Kjelle: ... That's it?

Inigo: Isn't that what I said from the beginning? What other reason would there be?

Kjelle: Avenging your pride? Honing your skills? Dementia?! There must be SOMETHING! No one would suffer this many thrashings for a date!

Inigo: Um... I don't know what else to say. I guess a date with you is worth a few bruises. Besides, you always have a huge grin on your face when we're fighting. So it's kind of like we're on a date already! ... Except for the beatings.

Kjelle: Ugh. Forget I asked.

Inigo: Already forgotten! Now let's get down to business. ... En garde!

Kjelle: You're on, lover boy.

[spoiler=S]

Kjelle: .....

Inigo: What's wrong? You look so serious.

Kjelle: No, I was just... thinking.

Inigo: You sure? You're not getting sick are you? Maybe we should put off today's match.

Kjelle: No, I'm fine. Really. And we don't need to fight a match today. ... You already got me.

Inigo: I'm confused. Because last time we fought, you almost broke my face.

Kjelle: No, Inigo. You broke something. ... The wall around my heart.

Inigo: I think I'd remember that. I pay pretty close attention to your... heart... area.

Kjelle: Gods, you're an idiot. It's a metaphor! It means your stupid persistence finally won out. And even though your sword didn't touch me, I count this as a win for you. So go on. You pick the spot and let's have some fun.

Inigo: You mean it?! Really?! Oh, wow, Kjelle, you will NOT regret this!

Kjelle: None of this makes any sense. I mean, it never did. You're such a huge flirt, I figured you'd take off when I shot you down. I even hit you in the face with a sword, but you just got up and kept trying. I guess in the end I found it kind of... charming.

Inigo: Now that you've learned that resistance is futile, can I ask one more favor?

Kjelle: Sure, why not?

Inigo: I, uh... I don't actually want just one date...

Kjelle: Well, aren't we confident!

Inigo: The more we fought, the more it became clear to me... I... I can't get enough of you! I want to spend every single day with you!

Kjelle: Every single... day?

Inigo: Well, you know. There might be the odd overseas mission or something. But otherwise, yes! Every single day! So... what do you think?

Kjelle: Have you been plotting this the whole time?

Inigo: You said it yourself- that's a lot of beatings to suffer for just one date.

Kjelle: I don't understand. Why me?

Inigo: I think it's your smile, honestly. After watching you grin like a maniac every time we fought, something just clicked. Now, this could be the head trauma talking. I won't rule it out. But I so enjoyed our time together and I... I think I love you.

Kjelle: Oh, wow... Um... I think... I mean, I might also...

Inigo: Yes?

Kjelle: Look, I'm not too good with... words. Let's just sat I'm very happy right now. We've got a long life of fun and cake and head trauma ahead of us. Besides, if I turned you down, you'd never stop bothering me anyway.

Inigo: Hah! Guilty as charged! I'm a lucky man, Kjelle. And I swear to protect you for as long as I live.

Kjelle: Your brain damage is worse than I though. How about you just stay behind me? I'll make sure you get through this war in one piece

[spoiler=Severa x Noire]

[spoiler=C]

Noire: Um, so, Severa? I have to... Er... Do you mind?

Severa: Isn't it time you learned to do this by yourself?

Noire: Puh-puh-please?

Severa: Oh, all right! Gods!

Noire: S-sorry! I'm just scared, is all.

Severa: Too scared of the dark to go to the bathroom by yourself at night? Honestly, Noire! You're a grown woman!

Noire: I'm sorry, okay?! I'm sorry! ... Also, I'm sorry I yelled just there.

Severa: Gods, enough! Stop apologizing and let's go.

Noire: Th-thanks, Severa. You're always so nice to me.

Severa: That must be a pretty low bar if I'm leaping over it. Why not bother someone else from time to time?

Noire: Oh, I'd be too embarrassed...

Severa: And you're not with me?

Noire: You don't tease me for it.

Severa: No, I suppose not. I'm only interested in taking self-important people down a peg. Teasing you would be like kicking a puppy. ... While it's asleep.

Noire: ... W-wait. Is that really the reason why?

Severa: Oh, what does it even matter? At the end of the day, I'm still saddled with guarding you from the bogeyman.

Noire: ... Sorry?

Severa: Never mind. We're old friends. Imposing on me is just what you do. ... Er, that sounded less harsh in my head.

Noire: I think I know what you meant.

[spoiler=B]

Noire: Hngh... I-it hurts...

Severa: Noire?! Are you all right?

Noire: S-Severa? I... Ngh!

Severa: What's wrong? Are you hurt?

Noire: I was m-making medicinal tea... A compound of herbs... I boiled them and drank the tea, and now it feels like my stomach is tied in knots!

Severa: Since when do you know how to mix medicines?

Noire: I don't. I just threw whatever looked like an herb.

Severa: You what?! Gods, are you insane?! Your stomach is fragile enough

without you dumping weird potions into it!

Noire: That's what the medicine was supposed to fix... Ungh...

Severa: Oh, this is just too absurd...

Noire: I thought maybe if my body were stronger, I'd be less meek, too. Then I wouldn't be such a scaredy-cat, and... Um... I wouldn't have to bug you all the

time.

Severa: Well it totally doesn't help either of us if you turn your guts inside out.

Noire: No, you're right. I'm sorry.

Severa: Look, just... lie down for a bit, okay?

Noire: All right.

Severa: I'll fetch you some water and some REAL medicine. Don't move till I get back, all right?

Noire: Yes, ma'am...

Severa: That's it.

Noire: .....

Severa: Gods, she is such a handful! And why is it always my hand she's

holding?!

[spoiler=A]

Noire: Severa, I am so, so sorry! It was an accident! Honest!

Severa: Gods, it's fine... It's just some spilled stew.

Noire: B-but it was so... so chunky! *sob* *Sniff* I'm always causing trouble for you...

Severa: And every time you do, I tell you it's fine and to stop apologizing, don't I? Besides, there was a ton of stew that didn't spill... I even had seconds.

Noire: Aw, you're so sweet!

Severa: Although...

Noire: Huh?

Severa: Even at your best- and I say this lovingly- you're not the most together person. But you're still usually not this lame!

Noire: ... What do you mean?

Severa: It's like whenever I'm around, minor slipups turn into full-blown disasters. I'm not sure if it's my fault or yours! ... Am I the only one who has noticed?

Noire: ... Oh.

Severa: Needing an escort to go to the bathroom? Poisoning yourself with amateur potions? Dropping our dinner on the floor? I mean, I'm just saying is all, but why in the heck does this keep happening?

Noire: ... I've been wondering that myself.

Severa: Oh?

Noire: Well, um, see, I'm not doing it intentionally or anything, but... But maybe I'm subconsiciously leaning on you for a familiar sense of security! I mean, um... that's my theory.

Severa: Weirdo alert.

Noire: Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, Severa.

Severa: Oh, stop it... I don't mind.

Noire: B-but I'm making so much work for you.

Severa: Yeah, well, I suppose I make some work for you, too.

Noire: What do you mean?

Severa: People don't really rely on me for stuff. I'm more the... prickly type. So it's kind of... You know. ... Nice. Besides, who would keep you out of trouble if I wasn't around?

Noire: Hee hee! You're so right!

Severa: Just, uh... Don't go crazy, yeah? Everything in moderation.

Noire: Heh, it's a deal!

Also, FeAvatar x Lissa are the same. FeAvatar x is also the same, changing love to "with our fates entwined so..." and the occasional sir to fair lady.

Anyway, I'm going on a trip and won't be back until Tuesday. Supports will probably come in maybe on Thursday, since I won't be working on them while away.

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There's something about Cherche that makes people confess the dark secrets of their lives to her. Anyway, Cherche X Gregor!

[spoiler=Cherche X Gregor]

[spoiler=C Support]

Cherche: Gregor, I wouldn't stand there if I were you. Minerva is coming through.

Gregor: Oh! If there is one thing Gregor knows, is not to get in way of mighty wyvern!

But if lovely lady want to bowl Gregor over, is totally being fine with him.

Cherche: Careful, my amorous friend.

A knock from me will set your head spinning just the same.

Gregor: Gregor's head always spinning in your presence.

Cherche: Heh… How would you like to take a trip somewhere that'll really make you dizzy?

Gregor: Gregor would know more…

Cherche: Join me for a ride on Minerva, in the open skies!

Gregor: You mean, go up? Up into the sky? Beautiful lady is crazy, no?

Cherche: Offer's still open… Going once… Going twice…

Gregor: Never in Gregor's life has he said no to beautiful woman. But this time…

Cherche: Don't tell me you're afraid of heights.

Gregor: When Gregor is young boy, he is stuck in top of tall tree for three days and nights.

Cherche: Ah, that must have been quite the uncomfortable experience.

Gregor: Father say "Gregor, you must stay in tree!" He was very strict man.

Cherche: Why, that's terrible! You poor little–

Gregor: Stop! Gregor accept no pity from beautiful lady.

Cherche: …Oh. Well, all right, then.

[spoiler=B Support]

Cherche: Phew. Well done, Minerva.

Gregor: Cherche is fighting bravely too, yes?

Cherche: As did you, Gregor. You were very impressive out there.

Hmm? What's the matter, Minerva?

Gregor: ……

Ho ho ho! Yes, Minerva! You also brave and strong.

Cherche: Wait, you can understand her?

Gregor: Gregor knows wyverns. Once long ago, he visit place called Wyvern Valley.

Was for business. …But not so good job. Gregor not like to think about it.

Cherche: What kind of business?

Gregor: Gregor ordered to collect claws from dead wyverns, yes?

But Gregor is with wicked men. They turn mission into wyvern–hunting party.

Soon, we come across mother wyvern trying to protect baby.

…Mother not make it.

Cherche: I see.

*Minerva roars*

Minerva! What in the world has gotten into you?!

Gregor: What is happening? Why she act so crazy now?!

Cherche: I don't know! I've not heard her cry out like this since she was a baby.

Gregor: …Wait. Gregor remembers this cry. Is sounding like baby wyvern in a valley.

Cherche: …Oh. I…I see.

Gregor, would you mind leaving us alone for awhile?

Gregor: Yes. Gregor melt into shadows like piece of butter.

Cherche: Now, Minerva. What is it you want to tell me?

……

*Gasp* …Are you sure?

[spoiler=A Support]

Cherche: Gregor? You're going to catch a cold sleeping out here.

Gregor: Zzz… No, no… Gregor eat enough… Well, maybe one more pierogi…

*Snort* Eh? Wha–? …Oh, hello, Cherche. And Minerva! Why youcome see Gregor?

Cherche: We wanted to talk to you. Is now a good time?

Gregor: For you, any time is good. But is Minerva sure she is wanting to talk to Gregor?

Cherche: Oh, it's so sweet you take her feelings into consideration.

You know, Minerva, you're right. He's just like you said.

Gregor: Callous and heartless?

Cherche: Minerva told me all about what happened in Wyvern Valley.

About how you turned against your fellow sellswords and fought them off?

You saved her life, Gregor. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be with her today.

We both owe you a great deal.

Gregor: Gregor knows what feeling is to see parents killed before own two eyes.

Cherche: What are you talking about?

Gregor: Gregor's parents were hard, but they were all he have. But one day…

Well, it does not matter. Gregor could not let same thing happen to Minerva.

Cherche: That's why you stepped in and turned against your comrades.

Gregor: Gregor always do duty for employer. But that not duty. Was bad murder.

Gregor could not do. Never.

Cherche: *Sniff* Oh, Gregor. How can we ever thank you?

Gregor: Stop. No crying, please. Gregor have soft spot for weeping ladies.

Save tears of gratitude for when Gregor really deservesthem.

Cherche: But, you do deserve them! And much more, besides…

Gregor: Oy…

[spoiler=S Support]

Cherche: Here, Gregor. I mended your clothes.

Now it's almost time for supper. What do you fancy thisevening?

Gregor: Oy, Cherche. Is no need pamper Gregor like he is king!

You already say thanks for Minerva many, many times.

So Gregor says you are welcome, and then we are even, yes?

Cherche: Oh, I'm not doing this for Minerva's sake. What put that idea into your head?

She's perfectly capable of paying you back herself.

Gregor: Then why you always so nice to Gregor?

Cherche: Gregor, how long will you make me wait? I can't be much more obvious…

Gregor: Ho ho! When it comes to women, Gregor is genius of hint–spotting.

Gregor is trying to overcome big challenge first, but he cannot wait.

Here! Is ring for you. You will marry Gregor, yes?

Gregor: Oh, Gregor! Yes! I accept with all my heart!

…Er, but what's this "big challenge" that kept me waiting?

Gregor: If Gregor marry Cherche, then maybe he have to fly in the sky sometime, yes?

So before we marry, Gregor must overcome terror of high places.

Cherche: Yes, that is important, isn't it?

Well then, what do you say? Shall we go for a little ride?

*Minerva roars*

Oh, look! Minerva's getting excited!

Gregor: If gods want Gregor to fly, then give him wings for arms! Or big balloon head!

…B–but if Gregor squeeze eyes tight and be with Cherche…is maybe not so bad!

Coming up next is Tharja X Henry. And maybe Lucina X Maribelle if Gone2Ground hasn't finished it by the time I do. *shrugs*

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As a late Valentines Day present, I figured I'd finally get around to posting some supports. Forgive me for the long wait; in addition to getting the game late, I recently lost my original game file after an accident and I have managed to spend every free moment outside of school work in the last three days to work myself up back to around Chapter 20. This time I managed to pick up a few of my promised supports.....hope you enjoy them; I sure did!

Here's Kellam and Miriel! I'll be posting Libra and Olivia at some point tomorrow.

Kellam and Miriel

C Support

Miriel: ....

Kellam: Miriel? Why are you gritting your teeth and staring at me like that?

Miriel: Because the moment I avert my eyes, I lose sight of you. Even when you don't attempt to hide, you simply disappear into thin air. It is a most perplexing puzzle.

Kellam: It's true that I blend into the background sometimes...

Miriel: But it makes no logical sense. That suit of armor you wear reflects sunlight like a mirror. Not to mention the novel nature of its oversizedness.

Kellam: I think I just lack presence is all.

Miriel: By which you mean you are unassertive, laconic and a man of few words? There must be more to it than that. Science abhors an incomplete explanation. Hmm...Hmmmmm...

Kellam: Um, can you stop staring at me like that? It's creeping me out a little.

Miriel: But you are such a fascinating subject for observation. Think of all we can learn from you! If I were able to study you some how...

Kellam: I think I'm going to go now... *disappears*

Miriel: ...Fascinating.

B Support

Kellam: M-Miriel!? Why are you clutching my arm?

Miriel: So I can keep track of you without having to stare unblinking for all hours of the day. This makes it easier for me to carry out my observations.

Kellam: Oh. Okay. Because see, its just that...Well, I find it a little embarrassing.

Miriel: Do go on.

Kellam: I-I'm not used to talking to people when they're standing so close.

Miriel: That's perfectly all right. Neither am I.

Kellam: ...Is this all some kind of joke?

Miriel: When it comes to my research, I am incapable of jocularity.

Kellam: Oh. I see.

Miriel: Right then! I have set up a few atmospheric measuring devices on the table to the right. If you would be so kind as to walk that way while you depart?

Kellam: Depart?

Miriel: Vanish. Evaporate. Dematerialize. Just walk off like you always do.

Kellam: All right, here goes... *disappears*

Miriel: And there he goes, right on cue....Simply fascinating.

A Support

Miriel: Thank you for the assistance the other day.

Kellam: Are you going to observe me again?

Miriel: Do you find it discommodious?

Kellam: I don't understand what that means, but your observation makes me nervous. Still, if you need me to keep doing it, I'll help however I can.

Miriel: Then let us proceed. Please disappear...NOW!

Kellam: Um...

Miriel: Yes? Is something the matter? Do your thing! Amscray! Begone!

Kellam: I am. It's not working.

Miriel: ...Now THAT is fascinating!

Kellam: How so?

Miriel: Well, this is just a provisional theory...But perhaps your ability stems from a reluctance to impose yourself on others. You withdraw from people's consciousness, and hence from their senses as well.

Kellam: Nope. I don't understand that either. Is it why you can see me now?

Miriel: A bond has formed between us, making you a larger presence in my conscious mind. Our familiarity means that my senses are better able to detect your presence.

Kellam: So are you saying you and me are becoming friends?

Miriel: Well, I used the word in its broadest sense. More like companions....or pack mates. We have spent considerable time together, so certain attachments naturally develop.

Kellam: Oh. That's nice, I guess.

Miriel: We must spend more time together.

Kellam: R-Really?

Miriel: Yes. I would like to hold your arm for a little longer.

Kellam: Um, okay...

S Support

Miriel: I must say, Kellam, you are a very forbearing and patient young man. Not many people would put up with being a test subject for so long.

Kellam: Oh, I don't mind. This way I get to hear all your interesting theories! In fact, I'm so used to you clinging to my arm, I get lonely when you're not there.

Miriel: Interesting. I have experienced these feelings of loneliness as well. Clearly, the bonds of friendship between us are growing ever stronger. It would be most intriguing to see where this relationship takes us.

Kellam: Well, maybe we can...I have a gift for you.

Miriel: Is it an astrolobe? A microscope? Perhaps a new orrery? Ah, I see. It is a ring.

Kellam: It's handmade and one of a kind. If you accept it, we can be married.

Miriel: This new line of research would take years to complete. And I have so many other avenues of study to pursue....But yet, when you presented the ring, I felt a certain amount of...elation. Are you truly so fond of me that you are willing to be the test subject of my life?

Kellam: If that's what it takes? Absolutely!

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Well, I do have the full support set for KjellexSevera, though it's already been claimed. If *checks front page* Karaszure is okay with it, I'll transcribe the conversation set.

That'd be pretty cool. I think the protocol in this thread is just to pm the claimer if you have the full set already? I dunno. If not, I can wait.

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Hot off the heels of my last support is Tharja X Henry! Henry is a crazy mo-fo...but that's what makes him so awesome. Anyway, here you go.

[spoiler=Tharja X Henry]

[spoiler=C Support]

Tharja: I know you.

Henry: You do?

Tharja: When I still fought for Plegia, we heard all sorts of stories about you.

A silver–haired youth with a knowledge of curses and an extraordinary gift for magic.

A man guarded by fierce crows so that very few had seen the true extent of his powers.

Henry: Oh wow! Now that's a reputation!

Yeah, crows always had a thing for me, I guess. Dunno why.

Tharja: Perhaps you'd be willing to teach a trick or two to a fellow dark mage?

Henry: Sure! You want me to cast a death curse on someone?

Tharja: Someone in camp? Mmm… No. That could be problematic.

Henry: Hee hee! Yeah, I guess. Too bad, though.

See, 'cause I've got one that makes blood come out your–

Tharja: Thank you, I get the picture.

What's with the smiling, anyway?

No one's going to trust you if you're grinning like the village idiot.

Henry: Hee hee! Smiling? This is how I always look.

Tharja: Hardly reassuring. Tell me what you're plotting and I may yet spare you.

Henry: Sorry! Nothing sinister over here. I'm just a hale and hearty mage.

Tharja: Ugh… Hale? Hearty? Have you no respect for our ancient profession?

We're supposed to be harbingers of pestilence and famine and doom!

Henry: Mm… I love doom.

[spoiler=B Support]

Henry: Hello, Tharja!

Tharja: *Mumble, mumble* *hiss*

Henry: Heey! Did you just put a curse on me?

Tharja: Yes. Now, if you do not speak the truth, you will DIE!

Answer me clearly and without hesitation. Are you a foreign spy?

Henry: Nope! Not me! Although I do own a cloak and a couple daggers. (I love this line XD)

Tharja: Who do you serve? Ylisse or Plegia?

Henry: Aw, I don't get into politics. I just want to toss fireballs at bad guys.

Tharja: Interesting. That's the same reason I joined up.

Henry: Really? Hey, would you maybe tell me all about it?

Tharja: I'm doing the interrogating here.

Now then, one final question…

Do you vow to never cause harm to Avatar, no matter what?

Henry: No problem!

Tharja: …How strange. My magic ensures that you are telling the truth.

But I find your heart difficult to read. It seems devoid of human emotion.

What's inside that head of yours? What are you thinking?

Henry: Right now, I'm thinking about you.

And how much you must really really REALLY like Avatar!

Tharja: Mind your own business, little man.

Henry: Is that why you're always following him around?

Tharja: I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand affairs of the heart.

In any case, you may go. I've no further use for you.

*Tharja leaves*

Henry: Hey! Tharja! You forgot to remove the curse!

Oh, well. I suppose it'll fizzle out eventually. La la la…

[spoiler=A Support]

Tharja: Here you are.

Henry: Yep! Here I am!

Tharja: I have a rather urgent problem, and I need your help.

Henry: Do you need a death curse? Please say you need a death curse.

Tharja: No death curses!

……

It appears that I, myself, am victim of a curse from an unknown assailant.

I have tried to remove it, but the magic is too powerful.

I'm hoping that if we combine our might, we may be able to–

Henry: Hecka–necka, jimma–jamma, woozle–wazzle!

Aaand presto! Curse dispelled!

Actually not dispelled. I tossed it back at the original sender. Hee hee!

Tharja: That's impossible.

……

By the gods! It IS gone…

Henry: Yeah, dispelling curses is kind of my speciality.

Right now, whoever cast that curse must be in one confused pickle!

Too bad we can't be there to see it. That would be swell!

Tharja: With that kind of power, you could have easily deflected my earlier curse…

Henry: Oh yeah. I guess so, huh?

Although you didn't really need to put a truth curse on me, you know?

I don't have anything to hide, and I've never told a lie in my life.

Tharja: Aha! At last you reveal the source of your power.

You disarm your foes with terrifying honesty and sincerity!

Henry: Well, usually I disarm my foes by removing their arms.

But your way sounds impressive, too!

Tharja: It's not a compliment.

Henry: Hee hee! I know!

Tharja: Stop being so blasted cheerful, or I'll… I'll twist your tongue in knots!

Henry: Oh, you can try to cast a hex on me…if you dare!

Tharja: Don't think you're the only one who can deflect curses!

Henry: Wizard fight! Wizard fight! Yaaaaaay! (Second greatest line in this support XD)

[spoiler=S Support]

Henry: Hey, Tharja! Look at these flowers I found! Aren't they pretty?

Tharja: Er, yes. Sure. I suppose they are.

Henry: Aw, Tharja. You're just saying that. You don't think they're pretty at all!

Poor little flowers–after they went to all that trouble to bloom and everything.

Tharja: Are you actually talking to them? That's more than a little creepy.

If you don't cease at once, I'll cast a hex and turn them into dry sticks.

Henry: Tharja, would you like that better?

Would you prefer these poor flowers to be twigs?

Tharja: You make it sound as if I'm being rude to your ridiculous bouquet.

Henry: I don't mean to!

It's just that if you wanted a bundle of twigs, I'd be happy to oblige.

Tharja: Wait, what are you–

Henry: PRESTO!

…There you go.

Tharja: You were so pleased with those flowers, yet you destroyed them just like that…

Henry: Nya ha! Oh, I don't care–as long as you're happy, that's all that matters.

Tharja: Wh–where is this going?

Henry: Tharja, I'm head over heels for you!

In fact, I'd rip my heels clean off if it would put a devious grin on your face!

Heck, I'll destroy this whole army if that's what you want.

…Do you want that?

Tharja: Ugh, of course I don't. Do you think I'm completely insane?

Henry: No, I was just using it as an example. So anyway, you want to get married?

Tharja: Egads, you do know how to sweep a girl off her feet, don't you? And yet…

If you promise to protect Avatar, I just might consider it.

If we both fall into some mortal peril, I want you to save Avatar first.

Is that clear? You must be ready to sacrifice me for his sake.

If you can bring yourself to promise me that, then yes, I will marry you and–

Henry: Is that all? Easy peasy! No problem what–so–EVER!

Tharja: Good. …I think.

Henry: This is great. I thought you'd make the conditions really, really onerous.

Like, so hard that I'd think twice about the idea. But you didn't!

So, anyway, I'd better go down to the smith and get a ring made.

*Henry leaves*

Tharja: You know, he may actually, truly be crazy…

I mean, what kind of proposal was that?

Still, it's not like I'm the most normal person around either. Who knows?

Perhaps it's the perfect match…

You know you're pulling off crazy correctly if a crazy woman calls you crazy. Haha

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[spoiler=GangrelxMaleMU]

[spoiler=C Support]

MU: Ah. Greetings, Gangrel.

Gangrel: MU.

MU: Why the solemn face?

Gangrel: ...I was reflecting on times past.

MU: You mean, when you were king?

Gangrel: Yes... Thinking back, I realize that perhaps my rule was overly harsh. ... Wicked, even.

MU: That's fair. Perhaps a bit of an understatement, but...

Gangrel: Hah! You don't mince words, do you?

MU: It would be silly to deny it. We fought and overthrew you for that very reason.

Gangrel: I would expect a man of your caliber to say nothing else. But I had my reasons, you know. We were threatened by Valm and Walhart. But if I could somehow unite us...

MU: By "we," I assume you refer to Ylisse, Regna Ferox, and Plegia?

Gangrel: It was a desperate time. None of us knew how far Valm might go. But if I could subjugate the continent and build one mighty empire... Them maybe we could halt their advance. ... Or at least, that's how I saw it.

MU: Yours was a brutal reign that terrorized your subjects and your neighbors. An alliance built on intimidation and threats is doomed to failure from the beginning.

Gangrel: Don't lecture me, you arrogant whelp! I didn't say I was right! I was blinded by circumstances and unable to see any other way... Bah! Why am I explaining myself to you? What do you know of running a nation?!

MU: Well, I suppose I don't.

Gangrel: Pff... Enough of this.

[spoiler=B Support]

MU: Gangrel?

Gangrel: MU.

MU: What are you doing out here all alone?

Gangrel: Nothing in particular.

MU: Thinking about the past again?

Gangrel: ... I thought I had good reasons for my war. MU, I swear I did. But in the end, it was Chrom and you lot who stopped Valm.

MU: We did, didn't we?

Gangrel: I smug grin does not suit you, tactician! In my mad quest for strength, I unleashed horror upon thousands of innocents... How many have I killed? How many families did I rend apart? ...And for what? For nothing.

MU: I cannot argue. What you did is difficult to forgive, or forget...

Gangrel: How does it feel to be so untainted by mistakes that you can judge others?

MU: If you truly started a war to try and save your people, you should own the deed. Your time would be better spent on things besides self-pity.

Gangrel: Oh? Then tell me, wise one, what "things" should I be doing?

MU: You can join us in bringing peace to the land once and for all. You could wallow in the past the rest of your days; you will find no absolution there.

Gangrel: You words are daggers, MU... But only because they ring true.

MU: And so?

Gangrel: I'm a king no longer--just a mad dog roaming the land without a leash. I should rouse myself and fight for peace because you say so?! Bah! I don't need one of Chrom's lackeys to give me purpose! Look out, world! This time, I've got a better plan! A whole new outlook!

MU: That sounds more like the Gangrel I know. In a good way...

Gangrel: GYAAAAAA! Gangrel is back, and he's spoiling for a fight!

MU: For once, I'm happy to hear that.

[spoiler=A Support]

Gangrel: Gwa ha ha! If it isn't my good friend, MU!

MU: Hello, Gangrel.

Gangrel: Did you see the shock on that Risen's face? He wasn't expecting THAT! Hya ha!

MU: Sadly, I didn't have the chance before you lopped off his head. You certainly have become quite the force on the battlefield as of late.

Gangrel: Bwa ha ha! And you know who we have to thank for it? YOU! You and your barbed words that finally goaded me into action!

MU: Glad to be of service... But that does remind me of something...

Gangrel: What might that be?

MU: You once worshipped Grimma, correct? As a member of the Grimleal?

Gangrel: Pah, those wrinkled old warts with their dusty tomes? I was Grimleal in name only. Course, it was the faith of the realm, so I knew most of its rituals.

MU: Religion can be a powerful tool for uniting people behind a single cause. I wager Aversa used it to convince your subjects to take up arms?

Gangrel: ...Perhaps. But in the end, I'd say she used me as much as anyone.

MU: And what did the people of Plegia really think of the faith?

Gangrel: Think? Ha! They DIDN'T think! Between my iron-fisted rule and Aversa's inquisitions, they had no choice about it. ... But as I said, it was a cruel time.

MU: Your people were cowed by your political might, but the temples offered solace...

Gangrel: Ah, yes. The solace of the damned.

MU: Thank you, Gangrel.

Gangrel: Hmm? What for?

MU: We can't help the people of Plegia if we don't understand their situation. Our cause is simple--to save this world and all the people in it. And that includes the poor wretches of Plegia who remain in the thrall of Grima.

Gangrel: ...You are an odd one. Plegia has given you hardship and horror, and yet you would fight to save us. I'm almost impressed.

MU: Now is not the time for recriminations or revenge. If we are to save the world, we must band together with every willing soul. We must be prepared to offer forgiveness.

Gangrel: Gwa ha ha! I see it's not just barbs on your tongue, but honey as well! You are right. There'll be time aplenty for judgment in the next life.

MU: Exactly.

Gangrel: If I want to right past wrongs, how better than to save my own people? Gangrel will return, not as a tyrant, but as a liberator!

MU: Indeed. The road to redemption is long, but it begins with a single step.

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We concluded in the Japanese thread that grabbing a rabbit lady by the ears is the equivalent of copping a feel.

Also this support supports my whole claim of "Panne does not hate humans so her bitchiness in Vaike's (and Virion's apparently?) is out of character". Or maybe this one's out of character. I don't know, I prefer the former.

She spits completely and utter bile at Virion (at least in his C support), but she also implies (if I recall) that she's heard of a horrible reputation of him fleeing from battle and leaving his comrades to die in his place, while he goes to romance ladies. That seems to be what she despises him for the most.

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Well, I was given Karaszure's permission for this, so here it is.

KjellexSevera

C Rank

Kjelle: Whew! I'm beat today...

Severa: Does tired equal sloppy in your world? Because your shirt is coming unbuttoned.

And I know you're sweaty from combat or whatever, but oh my gosh. ...Ew.

Kjelle: Har! A little skin isn't going to kill anybody. Besides, this area's off limits to the men.

And it's not like it's something you haven't seen before.

Severa: That doesn't mean I WANT to see it!

Gods, would it kill you to act like a lady once in a while?

Kjelle: At least I'm enough of a lady to mind my manners and not stare!

Severa: I'm pointing this out for youe own sake!

Kjelle: Hah! I've never cared about stuff like this, and you know it.

Severa: It's one thing for a child to be a tomboy, Kjelle, but you're a grown woman now!

Augh! Now I can see your stomach! Really, have a little...

Wow. Those are serious abs, Kjelle. I could do my laundry on them.

No wonder you walk around with your shirt hanging off...

Kjelle: It's not "hanging off." I just untucked it! ...And why the compliment, anyway?

Severa: I... I don't know! It just popped out of my mouth.

Kjelle: You don't have the hots for me or something, do you?

Severa: Hah! You couldn't handle me for an hour, and you know it!

I'm just a little jealous is all. You're pretty, yet still so tough and strong.

Kjelle: Well, looking is free, I guess. Knock yourself out.

Severa: Gods, Kjelle! Seriously, could you try and not act like a boor for five minutes?

Kjelle: You compliment me left and right, and then you want me to be more modest?

So what do I do? Flee in terror anytime a girl catches a glimpse of my belly?

Severa: That's the general idea, yes.

A proper lady never shows skin above the ankles and below the neck.

A proper lady understands that less is more!

Kjelle: ... Girls care about the dumbest things sometimes.

Severa: Hello? YOU'RE a girl!

B Rank

Severa: Augh! Kjelle!

Kjelle: What'd I do now, Severa?

Severa: Don't just drop your old clothes on the floor when you undress!

Kjelle: What, are you worried someone's going to trip?

Severa: No! ... I mean, yes! ... I mean, that is so not the point of this conversation!

We've spoken about this before, remember? Your utter lack of femininity and decorum?

You're acting like a crusty old roustabout!

Kjelle: Being a roustabout is honest work. Without them ships couldn't sail or-

Severa: That is so totally the point of what I'm saying!

... It was a metaphor. I meant that you act and sound like a ruffian! A male ruffian!

*Sigh* All right. I can see I'm going to have to step in here.

Since you're apparently hopelessly ignorant of even basic beauty tips, I'll teach you.

We'll begin with makeup. I trust you're at least familiar with the concept?

Kjelle: I've heard of it, yes.

Severa: Well then today is your first lesson! Just come over here to my vanity...

Now then! The first step is to build a nice foundation that can-

Kjelle: I'm not letting you put this pasty goop on my face, if that's what you're thinking.

Severa: Of course not. ...YOU'RE going to put it on your face!

You'll never learn otherwise, right? Now come on! Chop-chop!

<break>

...Wow. That was really, really horrific.

Maybe a little demonstration would have been in order after all.

Kjelle: I'm just glad to finally have it all washed off my face!

So, how'd I do? Your eyes kind of bugged out, so I'm gussing I did it wrong.

Severa: Makeup should accent and flatter the features, Kjelle. Not act as a disguise.

You looked like you were preparing to rob the royal treasury.

Kjelle: Accent? Disguise? What's the difference? They both just hide who you are.

Severa: No need to be hostile, dear. Let's set cosmetics aside for the time being.

A woman's charm is the sum of a thousand tiny, yet deliberate, gestures.

She does not run rough shod around the camp like an overburdened pack animal.

She glides as she walks, using light and nimble steps!

Kjelle: Like, uh... This? *stomp* *tromp* *kerplunk*

Severa: No, no, no! Graceful, Kjelle! Graceful! Be like a peaceful forest stream!

One step flows into the next! Arms, too, are easy and fluid! ... Unclench that fist!

Eye contact is critical, but do not stare. A demure glance and smile are sufficient.

Even brushing your hair must be a conscious, calculated action.

... No! Not like that! TOSS the hair, Kjelle! Don't ruffle it like an old hound's scruff!

Kjelle: I'm never going to remember all of this.

Severa: You will if I make you! With proper training and patience, I'll make you a lady yet!

Kjelle: I'd rather you let me get back to training that actually matters.

We're trying to win a war, not a damn beauty pageant!

A Rank

Kjelle: Er... G-good afternoon, Severa. You're... looking well?

Severa: Better. Not great. ... Or good, really. But better.

Now you need to focus on the delivery. In time, it will be fluid and natural.

Still, I suppose I should thank the gods you've come even this far.

Kjelle: If makes you feel better, I'm tripping less in those absurd shoes you gave me.

Oh, and I combed my hair this morning. One hundred strokes exactly.

Severa: And it looks lovely!

Kjelle: There's just so much to remember... I'm always sure I'm forgetting something.

I guess it's just good that I'm improving.

Severa: As you will continue to do, I'm sure!

Plus, you have the advantage of being naturally beautiful.

Kjelle: Well, um... Thanks, I guess.

......

Severa: What? Is there something on my hands? You keep staring.

Kjelle: Your fingers are so long and pretty. I don't know how I didn't notice before.

Severa: Kjelle! Now THAT is a very sweet and ladylike compliment!

I'm so proud of you right now!

Kjelle: Does that mean I pass?

Severa: Pass? You're going to be valedictorian!

I hereby name you a graduate of Severa's Finishing School for Warrior Ladies!

Kjelle: Heh heh. Warrior ladies. Oh, that's rich. That's...

... Uh-oh.

Severa: What is it?

Kjelle: I've been so focused on remembering what you taught me, I think I forgot other stuff!

...Oh, gods! I don't remember how to fight!

Severa: What?!

Kjelle: Ack! I'm trying, but nothing's coming back! It's all a big blank!

Which end of a sword do you hold? It's the pointy end, right?

...OUCH! Dammit! Wrong end! I knew this girly stuff was a bad idea!

Severa: W-Well, worry not, dear. I'm here to help.

We'll enroll you in Severa's Combat Class for Lady Warriors next.

Kjelle: You'd better hope I've forgiven you by the time I graduate!

Severa: Just don't go and forget ow to act like a lady this time!

You'll thank me once this war is over and you're on the prowl for love!

Kjelle: Would you get started already? I can feel my muscles disappearing!

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[spoiler=Brady/Inigo][spoiler=C support]Inigo:

Another day, another rejection. Honestly, this is just getting silly. How long will it take womankind to realize my many, many charms?! Mm? What's that? Someone's hunched over the side of the road... I hope he's all ri-- Brady?

Brady:

Aw, I know it was hard. But ya made it, little buddy!

Inigo:

Everything all right, Brady?

Brady:

GAH! I-Inigo?! D-don't startle me like that!

Inigo:

Sorry! I just saw you and wanted... Wait, are you crying?

Brady:

N-no! Of course I ain't cryin'! Why would I be cryin'?!

Inigo:

...Then who came and cried on your face?

Brady:

No one! I mean... Um... Sh-shut up! What are you doing here, anyway?!

Inigo:

I'm just wandering the hillside pondering the futility of love. ...So really. Why are you crying?

Brady:

None'a yer beeswax!

Inigo:

Tell me! ...Or I'll tell everyone I saw big, tough Brady bawling his eyes out.

Brady:

Blackmail! ...Oh, fine. I saw this tiny flower bloomin' by the roadside and I got a little misty. You happy now?

Inigo:

...... PAAAH HA HA HA HA HA HA! Hoooo! I'm sorry. I just... I never figured you for the sentimental type.

Brady:

Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, why don't ya. Just don't go tellin' no one, y'hear?

Inigo:

My lips are sealed. ...Provided you do me one little favor.

Brady:

Ugh. What?

Inigo:

Cheer up! It's nothing difficult--I promise. We can talk about it next time. I'll be in touch! Ta-ta!

Brady:

...Ugh. Why'd it have to be him?

[spoiler=B support]Brady:

NO STINKING WAY! I AIN'T DOIN' IT!

Inigo:

Aw, come on! Don't be such a wet blanket, Brady! All you have to do is walk next to me next time I hit the town. It couldn't be easier!

Brady:

Next time you go hit on girls, you mean! I don't wanna get dragged into your sad little world, pal!

Inigo:

There's nothing sad about it! We'll talk to some girls, have a nice cup of tea, and everyone walks away whistling.

Brady:

I'd sooner drink poison! Go ask someone else!

Inigo:

Well, all right. I'm sure one of the others would be willing to be my wingman. We can exchange a good laugh at how sad you were the other day...

Brady:

Y-you rotten little weasel! I'll kill ya! And I was NOT sad! I just had a lot of somethin' in my eye!

Inigo:

Poetic license. Now, come on. It's just this one time.

Brady:

Ugh... Fine. But just this once! I don't get why you want me, anyway. I'm a real square, ya know.

Inigo:

And that's why you're PERFECT!

Brady:

Haw?

Inigo:

I just need you to stand there looking glum and sullen. Meanwhile, I'll be impressing the ladies with my smooooth moves.

Brady:

Wait! You just want me to make you look good by comparison!

Inigo:

Genius, isn't it?

Brady:

NO, IT AIN'T! Did you really expect me to say yes to this?!

Inigo:

I'm not expecting you to say anything, actually. Your outdated slang would likely send all the pretty girls running for cover. ...Unless you think you actually CAN flirt with the ladies. Mmm?

Brady:

I-I didn't say that! I just... I don't... Aw, horsefeathers! Fine. I'll go. But just this once, hear? Then never, EVER again!

Inigo:

Thank, Brady. See you tonight!

Brady:

Gah, this is gonna be humiliatin'!

[spoiler=A support]Inigo:

Wh-whyyy? *sniff* Hooow?! Tell me... Tell me it's all a bad dream! *Sniiiff* Waaaaaah!

Brady:

Gods, pull yourself together, man! You've been sobbin' for an hour.

Inigo:

You don't know what it's LIKE! You...you just don't know.

Brady:

If you don't stop, I'm gonna tell everyone to come enjoy the show. Believe me, it's a very temptin' idea.

Inigo:

I don't care! Everything was going fine until you ruined it, ruiner! This is all your fault!

Brady:

It's my fault you started runnin' your mouth about me? My fault you talk a pack of strangers about how you saw me crying?! I'm the one who should be yelling at YOU, twerp!

Inigo:

...Heh. Heh heh heh... Ah ha ha ha ha ha!

Brady:

This cat's gone loco...

Inigo:

No, you're right. You're right! That's what started it. I just don't understand why it made the ladies fall all over you! ...And start ignoring me, I might add!

Brady:

The heck should I know?! They came at me so fast, I could barely follow what they were saying. Somethin' about a thug with a heart'a gold. Then that other gal went off 'bout how dreamy sensitive men are.

Inigo:

How is sobbing over a flower dreamy?!

Brady:

Don't ask me, pal. First time anybody's ever said anything like that to me. I always thought bein' a crybaby was... Ya know. Shameful.

Inigo:

Oh, nice. Rub salt in the wound. You think I'm not ashamed enough already? Then fine, go ahead and laugh! Laugh at the big, fat crybaby! And of course, now that I'm sobbing, there isn't a woman to be found!

Brady:

Brother? You have GOT to let this go. So you're bad at picking up dames. Who cares?!

Inigo:

Easy for you to say. They were fawning over you! Well, good for you, Mr. Popular. I'm reeeeeeal happy for you.

Brady:

I should redecorate your face with my fist for all this nonsense. But ya know what? Now I know that bein' sentimental ain't all bad. A huge load's been lifted from me today, and I guess I got you to thank for it.

Inigo:

So you got to play dreamboat AND were cured of a lifelong trauma? I'd say someone owes me big.

Brady:

Maybe. But I ain't doin' this again!

Inigo:

Damn right you're not! I don't want you anywhere near me next time!

Brady:

Heh. Maybe we're more alike than I thought.

Inigo:

Hardly! And don't think I'm not still furious with you!

Brady:

Aw, boo hoo hoo. Quit bein' such a Melvin!

Erm, now this next one... I wasn't sure what to do about the part when Morgan runs off by herself. And...the other part kinda loses a lot if you don't know there's a sound effect... (Happens to be the sound effect when an attack misses.) I don't know. ._. It's there if it's wanted, and can be removed/whatever if not.

[spoiler=MaAvatar/FeMorgan][spoiler=C support]Morgan:

Oh, Father! Over here! Come with me a minute!

Robin:

What is it, Morgan?

Morgan:

Oh, nothing. It's just... C'mon! I need to talk to you about something.

Robin:

Well, I'm afraid I'm a bit busy at the moment. Can we talk here?

Morgan:

H-here? Er, that's not really... I can just wait, thanks.

Robin:

Are you sure it's nothing urgent?

Morgan:

Um, no, it's... Ha ha! ...I'll be right back. [Robin disappears] ...... Okay, all set! Now to lure Father into this pitfall trap... [Robin appears] Phew, I'm back! Hey, let's take a walk, shall we? Right this way, Father!

Robin:

You're acting very strange, Morgan.

Morgan:

(Allllmost... Just a couple more steps...)

[sound effect]

Robin:

...Huh? A pitfall? Now that's a classic!

Morgan:

Dang! How did you know?! I was super careful in disguising it. It didn't look suspicious at all!

Robin:

True, your work on the pit is first class. But your odd behavior made it obvious. Subterfuge and misdirection are half of any good trap, Morgan.

Morgan:

Dang. I'll get you next time! By the way, as long as you're here, mind helping me fill this hole in? If someone fell in by accident, they could really hurt themselves.

Robin:

Wait, how deep did you make it?!

[spoiler=B support]Robin:

Hmm... Now where did I put it...?

Morgan:

Looking for that treatise on tactics, Father? Blue cover? Fairly thick?

Robin:

Yes. How did you... Waaait a minute.

Morgan:

Yup! I hid it! Think you can find it?

Robin:

Is that today's challenge, then?

Morgan:

It's somewhere in camp--I'll tell you that. You have until sundown today! Though I could give you weeks, and you would never find my diabolical hiding--

Robin:

Found it.

Morgan:

WHAT?!

Robin:

It's in that bag you're holding, isn't it?

Morgan:

Hmph. ...Fine.

Robin:

Guess I win this round.

Morgan:

How did you figure it out so fast?

Robin:

You know me well, Morgan. And that includes knowing how much that book means to me. I knew you'd never hide it anywhere it might be damaged or stolen. So it needed to be somewhere you could keep a close eye on it...yet still concealed.

Morgan:

You read my entire thought process! ...And here I thought I was being so clever.

Robin:

All right, that settles today's challenge. Now come take a seat.

Morgan:

Huh?

Robin:

Let's read that book together. You wanted to work on your strategic thinking, right?

Morgan:

Right!

[spoiler=A support]Morgan:

I'd draw your forces out to this line, then strike with an ambush team from the woods.

Robin:

Then I would move...here. Now you find yourself trapped in a pincer movement.

Morgan:

Crud. You win again.

Robin:

At least it was just pieces on a board. In real life, that would've cost lives. A tactician is responsible for their army's survival, and a single mistake can be fatal. But you cannot allow the pressure of that responsibility to stymie you. Running scenarios like this will help prepare you for anything.

Morgan:

Thank, Father. I'll give some of your strategy texts another read-through. But know this--one of these days, I WILL outmaneuver you!

Robin:

Okay, we'll see about that, kiddo. But you're welcome to try me anytime. I'm always happy to accept a challenge. All right then, we're done for today.

Morgan:

Okay! See you tomorrow!

Robin:

...Phew, that was a close one. I was one step shy of getting completely wiped out. I'd hoped that to be an unattainable goal for a little longer so she would push herself. In actuality, I'M the one who needs a push. Better dust off a few of these books myself.

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Another one from me. The man looking to subjugate everyone versus the silent-but-deadly swordsman. Here's Vaike X Lon'qu!

[spoiler=Vaike X Lon'qu]

[spoiler=C Support]

Vaike: Spinnin' backslash, comin' at ya! HIYAAAAAARGH!

Lon'qu: …Hya!

Vaike: Sweet ogre pie, that was well evaded! You're a quick little bugger.

Lon'qu: Idiot! You nearly removed my head.

Vaike: Now, now, don't get your smallclothes in a twist. I was just testin' ya, that's all.

Lon'qu: Testing me?

Vaike: That's right. And you'll be pleased to know, you've met–nay, exceeded expectations!

You can be my squire and pupil, and I'll see if I can't make a real warrior outta ya.

Lon'qu: I'm going to assume this is just an elaborate joke.

Vaike: C'mon, whaddya say? You can be my right–hand man!

Lon'qu: …Gods, he's serious.

I have no desire to be your pupil, fool!

Vaike: Sure ya do! Everyone does! No need to play hard to get.

Lon'qu: Such persistence! …Very well. If you defeat me, I'll consider it.

Vaike: But you haven't had any trainin' yet! It wouldn't be fair.

Lon'qu: Where I'm from, strength is the only law that matters.

Vaike: Well, I guess that's simple enough. All right, then! Are ya ready?

Lon'qu: Always.

[spoiler=B Support]

Vaike: So this is where you're hidin', Lon'qu! You and me need to have another fight!

Lon'qu: I will give you as many as it takes.

Vaike: Don't get cocky on me, now! I've been practicin' since the last one.

This time I'll thump ya good, and then you'll have to be my squire!

Lon'qu: I have no doubt you have become stronger and more adept.

But I have not been sitting idly by. I, too, have grown stronger.

Vaike: Really? Oh. Well, damn.

So how about this? Let's have you stop trainin' for, say, three days.

That'll give me a chance to catch up and make it a fair fight.

Lon'qu: If strength is the only law, then tell me why I would do such a thing.

Vaike: Well, because…I have a dream. And I need someone like you to make it come true.

Lon'qu: …A dream?

Vaike: Why, yes! Glad ya asked! See, what I wanna do is–

Lon'qu: Enough! I care only for two things:

the strength of your arm and the mettle of your blade.

Vaike: Sooo, that's a yes then?

Lon'qu: If it's a fight you want, then a fight you shall have! Begin!

[spoiler=A Support]

Vaike: Lon'qu! This time I'm ready for ya, and no mistake!

Lon'qu: After your last showing, I thought you'd be finished with duels.

How many times must I defeat you before you admit failure?

Vaike: I ain't a man who gives up a dream because of a setback! …Or, uh, two.

Lon'qu: Surely there are other candidates to be your protégé?

Perhaps you can even defeat some of them.

Vaike: Graagh! No, no, and no again! It has to be you, and none other!

It ain't just your skill with the blade. It's the way ya fight in battle.

You've got fire in ya! A warrior's passion!

Lon'qu: I don't–

Vaike: I need that passion to fuel my dream. That's the only way it'll come true.

Lon'qu: You seem to possess more than enough passion yourself.

Vaike: See, that's EXACTLY my point! We birds of a feather gotta stand together!

I light the fuse, you provide the fuel, and then we kick heinie all over!

Lon'qu: Perhaps you have a point.

Vaike: Of course I do!

Lon'qu: But we must be equals. I refuse to function as either pupil or squire.

Vaike: Partners, eh? Sounds good to me!

Lon'qu: Then why didn't you say so sooner? BEFORE we had all those fights?!

Vaike: I dunno. Guess it never occurred to me. Anyway, ya wanna hear my dream?

Lon'qu: No. So long as you can hold your own in combat, I shall be satisfied.

Until the next battle…partner.

*Lon'qu leaves*

Vaike: W–wait! I gotta tell ya my dream! How can we be partners if I don't?

Coming up next is Lucina X Owain.

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Lucina X Owain is finally done. This was a funny one, and Owain is such a ham. Though I'd say this is one of the few "normal" child romance supports that Owain has. Anyway, here you go.

[spoiler=Lucina X Owain]

[spoiler=C Support]

Owain: Hey, Lucina.

Lucina: Greetings, Owain. How does the day find you?

Owain: Good, good! Just thought I'd drop in for a visit.

Lucina: That's kind of you. But… Why are you speaking so strangely today?

That is, so strangely…normal. You're typically much more, er, colorful.

Making up stories and yelling and the like. Are you feeling all right?

Owain: Y–yeah, I'm fine. It's just…

You're a princess, Lucina. I figured it wasn't exactly appropriate for addressing royals.

Plus, Mom would tan my hide if she ever found out.

Lucina: Lissa would object to you spinning yarns for royalty?

Owain: Not just royalty! Anybody! She gets really upset whenever I do it.

Heh, actually, I suppose most everyone does. They think I'm a bit batty.

Lucina: Do they now? That's a shame. Personally, I find it quite intriguing.

Owain: What, really?

Lucina: It's no simple feat to speak as you do when fantasy grips your mind.

Inventing weapon names and such requires a rich vocabulary and quick thinking.

And of course your stories demand a particularly active imagination.

Owain: I guess they do, don't they? Thanks Lucina!

Lucina: Perhaps you might even consider demonstrating how you do it sometime?

I've oft been told that my manner of speech is somewhat…formal.

If I could learn to adopt your tone, it might prove useful to my own.

Owain: Heh, you sound like you're asking me to teach you a foreign language.

Hmm… I'm not sure if this would be such a good idea…

Lucina: And if I were to pledge never to speak of it to Lissa?

Owain: …Then so be it! Prepare yourself, young Lucina! Your destiny cometh!

Hee hee, aw I can't wait.

Lucina: I look forward to it as well.

[spoiler=B Support]

Owain: What are you working on, Lucina?

Lucina: Falchion hasn't been at full strength lately, so I'm examining the blade for damage.

Owain: Sword troubles, eh? Leave it to me!

Lucina: Oh…all right. Thank you.

Owain: No blade nicks… No obvious flaws… Aha! Here's your problem!

Lucina: You've found something? Excellent! Can it be rectified?

Owain: Aw, this is easy. I've even got the tools I need with me.

I'll take care of it right now.

Lucina: Wonderful. Thank you, Owain!

Could I perhaps ask you to speak in your fanciful manner as you work?

It would be good practice for my efforts to adjust my own tone.

Owain: Heh! All right. I'll speak, and you can practice translating…

Hark! Your partner fang resists the remorseless arrow of time!

It is infused with the breath of gods and the passion of ages.

Should a thousand thousand years pass, it shall never know the red sleep!

Lucina: That one is simple.

Falchion's blade will never dull or rust no matter how much time passes.

Owain: But where fang meets sinew, Falchion remains a mortal work.

Even genius cannot hope to stop the turning of the great wheel!

And so it is reborn with each generation; transformed, butever the same in spirit.

Lucina: Hmm… But parts of the sword other than the blade DO wear out over time.

The guard and pommel have been replaced over the years, changing its appearance.

But it remains Falchion still.

Owain: Perfect! That was exactly right. You're amazing, Lucina.

Lucina: I suppose I did a fair job for a first time. But you are the amazing one, Owain.

To discover all that about a sword from a single glance is a fearsome talent indeed!

Owain: Eh, taking care of weapons is kind of a hobby of mine. Oh, hold on…

…Aaaaaand we're done! Here you go.

Lucina: Thank you again.

Owain: My pleasure. Just let me know if there's anything else I can do.

Lucina: Perhaps I will take you up on that.

[spoiler=A Support]

Owain: Hey there!

Lucina: Hello, Owain.

Owain: How's the sword treating you? Any better?

Lucina: Absolutely! I can really feel the difference.

Never hath I spied Pointy Demonspanker shine so brightly! (I just about died laughing at this line. XD)

Owain: Pointy… Wait, did you say Demonspanker?

But that's Falchion! Treasure of the royal house of Ylisse!… Er, right?

Lucina: It was. But as it has been reborn so many times, I thought to change the name.

I tried to think of what you would call it. I pray my efforts were adequate.

Owain: *Giggle* Hmm, uh… Heh heh, so… No, I mean, it's a fine name. But, well…

The cause to give one's blade a fitting name is a noble one, Lucina.

HOWEVER! You committed a grave sin!

Lucina: I did?!

Owain: To name a weapon is to imbue it with a soul.

To change Falchion's name is to insult the spirit it's bornefor millennia!

Lucina: I…did not consider that.

Owain: In your commendable haste to make the sword more dear to your own heart…

I fear you've stripped the very soul from your weapon!

Though your intentions were laudable, this slight must be undone.

Lucina: Yes, of course. I see now how thoughtless it was of me.

…Pray forgive me, Falchion.

Owain: It is done. The blade's rightful name is restored.

But do not forget the love that spurred you to this brief folly. Keep it with you always.

And if you find yourself in need of maintenance, simply callout my name!

Heh… I mean, just in case… *giggle* Pointy Demonspanker needs it…

Pffffft! Bwa ha ha ha!

Lucina: I'm starting to suspect you didn't truly think it was such a fine name…

[spoiler=S Support]

Owain: Might I beg a moment, Lucina?

Lucina: Hmm? Certainly, Owain. You're awfully formal today…

Owain: There's something I'd like you to have.

Lucina: Oh?

Owain: Here.

Lucina: …A sheath?

Owain: It should fit Falchion.

Lucina: A thoughtful gesture, Owain, but Falchion already has a sheath.

Owain: Yes, I know.And it's as old and worn as the pommel I fixed the other day.

I thought maybe it was time to retire it.

Lucina: You're always so thoughtful, Owain. Thank you. You do too much for me…

Owain: Please, it's my pleasure. Plus, it's good for the sword…

Because I was thinking it could serve as my proxy.

Lucina: How do you mean?

Owain: There's no telling what the war holds for us.

I probably won't always be there to fight at your side when you need me.

But your sheath will always be there. If it can aid you in my stead, I'll rest easier.

Lucina: Owain…

Owain: I've been trying to think of ways I can help out for a while now, you know?

And the other day, you said you were impressed by my way with weapons.

So I figured this might be a way I could…show you how Ifeel.

Lucina: That's really beautiful, Owain. I'm certain it will serve me well.

Owain: You accept it then?

Lucina: Of course, Owain.

And with you, this sheath, and Falchion at my side, I have nothing to fear!

Owain: Yesss! Oh, I'm so glad I got up the nerve to give it to you!

Lucina: From this day forth, we're partners. So no more holding back.

Feel free to speak in your normal, abnormal way.

Owain: You got it!

…Wait, abnormal?

Lucina: I didn't say that.

Well, no, I SAID it, but I didn't…

I'm sorry, Owain. But it's the fact that it's strange that makes it so fascinating!

Gotta hand it to the localization team. They really made it not sound like incest, unlike the Japanese version. Though the fact that they get an S Support is kinda... ehehehehehehehehehehehe...

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In all the children romantic supports, they don't actually marry each other. They simply just decide to start dating each other by the end of their S supports. So Owain giving Lucina that sheath is more like him asking her to go out with him...in his typical ham-like sense.

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And a handful of Child x Father Supports

Noire x Henry

C Support

Noire

*Sniff* *sniffle*

Henry

Hey-o, Noire! What's wrong? Why are you crying?

Noire

*Sniff* I'm not...

Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.

Henry

Nya ha ha! I'd never inflict such a useless curse on someone!

Noire

It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another.

Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.

Henry

Aw. Here' take my handkerchief.

Noire

Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*

Henry

Whelp, I'm not exactly sure how to break a curse this strange, actually...

But don't worry. I'll have a talk with your mother and get it cleared up.

Noire

Err...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future.

Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs.

...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.

Henry

Nya ha! That's...kind of pathetic.

Noire

...Yep. *sniff*

Henry

B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait-I'll proveyou can depend on me!

Noire

Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before!

Maybe things really can be different this time around.*sniiiff*

B Support

Henry

*Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... Seems like I really let you down... *sniff*

Noire

It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning...

But there is no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.

Henry

I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.

Noire

Just like before...

Henry

Urgh... Guess you did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff*

But look at the bright side-at least your hex is broken now!*sniffle*

Noire

Yup, juuust like before.

You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.

Henry

I guess somethings were just meant to be...

Noire

Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...

Henry

Huh?

Noire

My comming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything?

It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone...

Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall appart again?

Why... *sniff*

Henry

*Sniff* Hey, don't cry!

Noire

FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!

Henry

Uh-oh. Here we go...

Noire

Bwahaha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal!

The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!

Henry

Er, Noire? Come back, Noire.

Noire

*Ahem* ...I'm sorry Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...

Henry

Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

Henry

Got a second, Noire?

Noire

Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?

Henry

Ta-daaa!

Noire

...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many...

Father, what are you planning to do to me?

Henry

Nya ha, nothing to you, Noire.

I stole these from your mother so she couldn't put any more curses on you.

Noire

You...you took away Mother's tools?

But...you never did anything like this before...

Henry

Before you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate.

Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest.

If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change!

Noire

Hmm... I guess that's true.

The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.

Henry

I only changed because you came back to me, you know?

And together, we can change anything. All of us-you, me, your mother...everyone.

Noire

Just please don't ever leave meagain.

Henry

Nothing's taking me away from you again. ...Not even death.

Noire

That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.

Henry

Say, do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding? Fury rising from the shadows?

A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No...

Oh, gods! It's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!

Noire

She must have realized you took all her toys.

Henry

I'd better take off before I test that whole "not even death" promise!

Nya ha! Bye for now, Noire!

Noire

Wow, he's faster than I remember...

And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either...

Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

Inigo x Lon'qu

C Support

Inigo

Ugh, Father! That gorgeous girl was just about to say yes to a date! JUST about to!

Did you really have to drag me off like that?!

Lon'qu

We have a battle to prepare for, Inigo. Everyone else is ready to march.

If you're mad, be mad at yourself for losing track of time.

Inigo

Oh, heh heh heh... Whoops...

All right, time to go trounce some enemies and find a village lass to reward my efforts!

Lon'qu

......

Inigo

You're staring, Father. Is there something on my face?

Lon'qu

No. I was just wondering if you were like this in the future as well.

Inigo

Depends on what you mean by "like this," I suppose.

Lon'qu

For someone who came from an apocalyptic hellscape, you're awfully carefree.

Seems like you haven't a care in the world past whose bed you'll be sharing tonight.

Lucina's so driven and serious... It's strange you don't have any of that purpose.

Inigo

No purpose?! I'll have you know I'm EXTREMELY driven!

Lon'qu

Really.

Inigo

Indeed! I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just hearing my name!

Lon'qu

...Your purpose in life is to be popular with girls?

You literally traveled across time...to be popular with girls?!

Inigo

To be popular with ALL girls.

Genius, I know. But stop, Father. You're making me blush.

Lon'qu

I... I don't even know what to say.

Inigo

What? It never bothered you when Mother would blush in front of you!

Lon'qu

No, that's not what... Where do I even begin?

Suddenly I'm feeling exhausted... I'm going on ahead.

Inigo

......

...Not a care in the world, huh? Not a thought in my head, he means!

Yeash... He's just as hard on his own blood as he is on everyone else.

B Support

Inigo

Ow! This one's pretty bad. I can't go back to camp like this...

Lon'qu

Something wrong, Inigo? Everyone else has already headed back.

Inigo

F-Father?! Er, I just...though I saw a cute milkmaid at the edge of the battlefield!

Lon'qu

...You're a worse liar than your mother. It's obvious your leg is wounded.

Inigo

It's fine, it's-GYAAAH! Ow! Ow, ow ow! No, don't touch it! Don't touch it!

Lon'qu

This is a serious injury, Inigo! Why didn't you say something?

Inigo

What, and ruin my reputation? The ladies want Inigo the Invincible.

Lon'qu

Gods, ENOUGH, Inigo!

Inigo

...Father?

Lon'qu

You can barely walk, and you're still thinking about girls?! Be serious for once! (love that Lon'qu says "BE SILENT" here.)

Really, why did you travel back from the future? Lucina fights so hard, but you...

Honestly, I'm disappointed. You have no idea what it means to be at war.

Inigo

......

You don't know a damned thing!

You're the one who's clueless, Father!

Lon'qu

Wh-what?

Inigo

Do you think I'd be out here if I were ONLY after girls?

Out here fighting every day, wondering if this is the time I don't make it home?!

Lon'qu

Inigo, I didn't-

Inigo

You may think me a dandy and a fool, but a lot of people depend on me in the future.

Every day, I was out there fighting Risen and risking my life.

With everyone looking to me to be strong, I had no choice. I HAD to be invincible.

I couldn't complain or show any weakness.

Not with everyone else struggling in that damn war-torn wasteland...

Even with you and Mother gone, I had to pretend I was fine.That I wasn't hurting.

I had to fight every day of my sorry life and wear a smile while I did it!

Lon'qu

......

Inigo

...You said I looked like I didn't have a care in the world?

Well, sorry to tell you, but that's not all the case at all.

I smile and joke around because I don't want to show the world any weakness...

If that disappoints you...then I guess you'll just have to be disappointed.

Lon'qu

Inigo...

Inigo

That said, I do appreciate the concern... I'll get the leg looked at.

Lon'qu

......

A Support

Lon'qu

Inigo. I wanted to speak with you.

Inigo

Hey, Father! Here, have a look! My leg's all healed, see?

Lon'qu

That's good, Son.

Inigo

Thanks for making me get it looked at. ...And...I'm sorry to have worried you.

Lon'qu

No, I'M sorry. For what I said. It was insensitive.

You've been fighting with all you've got. I had no right to criticize you.

Inigo

Pfft, you still thinking about that? Ancient history.

Plus...it was my fault, too.

Lon'qu

Still...

Inigo

Seriously, it's fine! Cheer up!

Lon'qu

...?

Inigo

You always seem so gloomy lately.Let's see a smile for once!

Lon'qu

Ah ha ha! Stop that! S-stop!It...tickles...! Ha ha!

Inigo

Ha ha, there it is! That's better!

I didn't come all this way to see you mope around, you know?

Lon'qu

...That was why you came back? To make me happy?

Inigo

Well..yeah. You, and me, and everybody. The whole world, I guess.

Anyway, I suppose I'm okay telling you that now.

Lon'qu

You can tell me anything.

Inigo

You say that now, but I don't want to hear any complaints once I get going!

I may be all smiles on the outside, but I'm actually pretty sensitive. And pessimistic.

...Oh, and I cry at the drop of a hat.

Whenever a girl turns me down, I'm a complete mess for days.

Lon'qu

Heh. You can stop kidding now, Ingo. I'm already smiling.

Inigo

Oh, I'm not kidding... All the stuff about the girls-it was never a part of the act.

Lon'qu

Well, that's fine...in moderation, of course.

You're a strong man, Inigo, and I couldn't be prouder of you.

But no one is invincible, and you shouldn't pretend to be.

If something's wrong, come to me. We'll figure it out together.

Inigo

Father...

I knew you loved me, but... Oh, thank you!

Lon'qu

Waugh! N-neck! Inigo, my neck! Too tight! C-can't breathe!

Inigo

I-it's your own fault! I don't think you've ever said anything like that to me before!

And listen-the same goes for you. Whatever the problem, I'll help.

I'll be damned if I'm going to lose you twice.

Lon'qu

And I'll be damned if I'm ever going to lose you, period.

Kjelle x Vaike

C Support

Kjelle

Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.

Vaike

Hey, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...

Kjelle

Father, you're as pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!

Vaike

I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine...Save for my gut...

Kjelle

Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll-

Vaike

B-breakfast...

Kjelle

...Someone named "Breakfast"?

Vaike

N-no... I ate breakfast, and then...this happened...

N-not just me... Everyone in camp is in... the same shape...

If you haven't eaten...s-stay away...Save yourself...

Kjelle

......

Vaike

Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...

Kjelle

...Is your daughter.

Vaike

...What?

Kjelle

I'm sorry, Father. ... I thought it turned out so well.

Vaike

N-no, it's not...that...I mean...urrgh...

It was d-delicious...I'm sure the...searing pain is...coincidental...

Kjelle

You just said that everyone who ate it got sick!

Oh, this is so embarassing!

Vaike

W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... The Vaike'll...

Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B Support

Kjelle

HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAAH!

Vaike

Kjelle, you seem to be trainin' especially hard today.

Kjelle

If I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share of the fighting

Vaike

So, uh... You ain't cookin' again?

Kjelle

Would you want me to, after the last time?! You saw that day's battle played out.

All our soldiers clutching their guts, legs quivering like newborn deer...

And the smell... Oh, gods, the smell...

If the enemy hadn't been so horrified, we might all be dead!

Vaike

Yeah, that was pretty ugly, all right.

But hey, nobody's perfect. I'm sure it was just a fluke!

The Vaike would be happy to give your cookin' another shot.

Kjelle

NO!

Vaike

Muh?

Kjelle

What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next time?!

Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees! Literally!

Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.

Vaike

Yeesh, it wasn't THAT bad...

Kjelle

I still remember the sound...that horrible sound...Dozens of people, all fa-

Vaike

All right! I get it, I get it.

...Look, what if ol' Teach gave ya a few pointers in the kitchen?

If we manage to come up with somethin' tasty, we can share it with everyone!

Kjelle

Hmm... All right, let's try it!...And thanks.

A Support

Vaike

The soup smells great, honey! Good job.

I'm sure everyone'll be dyin' for a taste.

Kjelle

Thanks. I had a good teacher.

I had no idea you knew so much about cooking!

Vaike

I learned a lot after marryin' your mother. Was that or starve...

Kjelle

Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?

Vaike

Yeah, I guess we do...

Kjelle

.......

...Heh heh.

Vaike

Hmm?

Kjelle

Just thinking that this must be what it feels like.

...Having parents, I mean. Being a normal family.

I never really got to have that, but...it's nice.

Vaike

Kjelle...

Kjelle

But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty.

Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*

Vaike

Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't lke to ask for help...

But ya can, ya know? If there's anythin' the Vaike can do, you just name it.

Kjelle

Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.

Vaike

What's that?

Kjelle

Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...

Vaike

*Slurp* ...Oh gods, you ain't kiddin'.

Kjelle

Actually, I've had better disnwater...

Vaike

Right the! Teach'll have ya cookin' food that tastes like food in no time.

Kjelle

That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

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