Awakening Supports/Gregor Gerome(PC)
C Support
Gregor:
Hello, Gerome.
Gerome:
What do you want?
Gregor:
Is nothing in particular. Gregor just—
Gerome:
Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.
Gregor:
Apparently not. But what about family?
Gerome:
......
Gregor:
Gregor was thinking: we are father and son, yes? Perhaps we should start acting like it. Lucina call Chrom "Father," you know? Is good place for us to start.
Gerome:
You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.
Gregor:
Oy! Such words tear bear-sized hole in Gregor's sad heart. Gregor know that your true father is gone and that you must miss him muchly. ...So Gregor think: perhaps our relationship could help heal that wound for you.
Gerome:
Then you are a fool.
Gregor:
Oy! Mind your mouth, child! Gregor only make this offer out of sense of—
Gerome:
This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and clean Minervykins before bedtime.
Gregor:
...Minervykins?
Gerome:
Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is contagious!
Gregor:
*Sigh* That boy...
B Support
Gregor:
Ah, Gerome! You have been taking the care of Minervykins, yes?
Gerome:
I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have misheard.
Gregor:
Oy, is no need for such surliness. Cherche sometimes call her wyvern Minervykins, too. Gregor pick up habit.
Gerome:
Oh... Er, right. I knew that.
Gregor:
Heh heh, you are very adorable child when you are becoming flustered.
Gerome:
......
Gregor:
All right, all right. No need for glaring. Just a little familial joking, yes? Gregor meant no offense...
Gerome:
...Apology accepted.
Gregor:
Is appreciated. Though Gregor must say, seeing you this angry remind him very much of Cherche.
Gerome:
What do you mean?
Gregor:
Mmm? Oh, never the mind... Hey! Is that Gerome's Minerva over there?
Gerome:
It is.
Gregor:
Hmm, more intimidating than Cherche's... She seem 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!
Gregor:
Gregor trick no one! You made with the saying all by yourself.
Gerome:
That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!
Gregor:
Heh, Gregor was right. He is indeed adorable child when flustered...
A Support
Gregor:
Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, yes?
Gerome:
...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?
Gregor:
You make Gregor sound like crazy stalker man! He just wanted to talk about relationship again. About being father and son... Now that Gregor have seen sensitive side, he thought we might—
Gerome:
I have no sensitive side.
Gregor:
Er, but Gregor heard you say Minerva is cutey-poo. The look of love that flitted across face was so tenderful and sincere, and—
Gerome:
MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! ...... ...Er, Minerva?
Gregor:
Minerva would never attack Gregor. Gregor is family! There, there, little Minerva. You remember Gregor, yes?
Gerome:
M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family? ...... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish...
Gregor:
What does Minerva say?
Gerome:
Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand her?
Gregor:
Um... Is acquired skill, you see.
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.
Gregor:
...Did you just call Gregor Father?
Gerome:
Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!
Gregor:
W-wait, Gerome! My son! Say it once more for Gregor!
Gerome:
Bah, enough already!
