Awakening Supports/Avatar(M) Gerome(PC)

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C Support

Robin:
Hello, Gerome.

Gerome:
What do you want?

Robin:
Oh, nothing in particular. I just—

Gerome:
Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.

Robin:
Apparently not. But what of your family?

Gerome:
......

Robin:
I was thinking: we're father and son... Perhaps it's time we started acting like it. Lucina calls Chrom "Father," you know? We could start there.

Gerome:
You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.

Robin:
Gods, is everyone so tactless in the future? I know your true father is gone, and I know you must miss him greatly. ...But I thought perhaps our relationship could help heal that wound.

Gerome:
Then you are a fool.

Robin:
Mind your mouth, Gerome. I'm only offering this out of a sense of—

Gerome:
This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and clean Minervykins before bedtime.

Robin:
...Minervykins?

Gerome:
Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is contagious!

Robin:
*Sigh* That boy...

B Support

Robin:
Hello, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of little Minervykins?

Gerome:
I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have misheard.

Robin:
Heh, don't get your smallclothes in a twist, Gerome. Cherche sometimes calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the habit as well.

Gerome:
Oh... Er, right. I knew that.

Robin:
Heh heh. You know, you're adorable when you're flustered.

Gerome:
......

Robin:
All right, all right. No need to glare now. I meant no offense...

Gerome:
...Apology accepted.

Robin:
Heh, well that is most generous of you, Your Grace... Though I must say, seeing you so angry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche.

Gerome:
What do you mean?

Robin:
Mmm? Oh, er, nothing... Hey! Is that your Minerva over there?

Gerome:
It is.

Robin:
Hmm, more intimidating than Cherche's... Scarier, more ferocious...

Gerome:
Truly? In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smoky eyes... She's such a cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!

Robin:
I didn't trick you into anything... You said it all by yourself.

Gerome:
That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!

Robin:
Heh, adorable when he's flustered indeed...

A Support

Robin:
Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, I see?

Gerome:
...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?

Robin:
It's nothing so sinister as your tone implies, I assure you... I just wanted to talk about our relationship again. About being father and son... Now that I've seen your sensitive side, I thought we might—

Gerome:
I have no sensitive side.

Robin:
Er, right. But remember when you said Minerva was a cutey-poo? The look of love that flitted across your face was so tender and sincere, I—

Gerome:
MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! ...... ...Er, Minerva?

Robin:
Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I'm family. There, there, little Minerva. You remember me, don't you?

Gerome:
M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family? ...... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish...

Robin:
Er, what did Minerva say?

Gerome:
Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand her?

Robin:
Er, well... It's an acquired skill.

Gerome:
It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound to accept you. I'm... I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father.

Robin:
...Did you just call me Father?

Gerome:
Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!

Robin:
W-wait, Gerome! Son! Let's hear it just one more time!

Gerome:
Bah, enough already!