Awakening Supports/Henry Brady(PC)

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C Support

Brady:
Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You know, the expensive junk.

Henry:
Huh...?

Brady:
Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and ready to go—just the way ya like it.

Henry:
Uh, Brady?

Brady:
Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter!

Henry:
Well, all right... *sip* ...Sooo, Brady?

Brady:
Yeah?

Henry:
What did you mean, "just the way I like it"? I hardly ever drink tea.

Brady:
Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime.

Henry:
Nya ha! I've had the odd cup here or there, but I've never had a "teatime" in my life.

Brady:
...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up?

Henry:
Considering I don't even know what a "tea ritual" is, I'm guessing she did.

Brady:
That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right about now!

Henry:
Er, what exactly did she tell you?

Brady:
Oh, don't you worry. I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol' Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! ...Oh, and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.

Henry:
Nya ha! When did my life get so weird?

B Support

Brady:
Sorry about last time, old-timer.

Henry:
What, the tea? Come on, you don't have to apologize for that! I was happy for the chance to chat.

Brady:
Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway, I brought my violin by way of apologizin'.

Henry:
...Sorry?

Brady:
Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a violin performance.

Henry:
It...does?

Brady:
What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does! I gotta tickle the catgut for three songs, then do a backflip. That's when you stand up and start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what Ma said.

Henry:
Nya ha ha! Brady, listen up... No one has ever apologized to me that way before. ...EVER. Your mother's just having fun with you again.

Brady:
What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna—

Henry:
Brady, wait.

Brady:
What?!

Henry:
As long as you're here, let's just have a nice chat and forget about Maribelle. I mean, If not for her crazy stories, you probably wouldn't have come by, right?

Brady:
Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy! Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit.

Henry:
Great! Pull up a seat...

A Support

Brady:
And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says—

Henry:
Nya ha ha!

Brady:
...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.

Henry:
Aw, I'm just glad we're able to talk like this, Brady. I gotta admit, I was a little weirded out the first time we met.

Brady:
Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a better job raising the real deal.

Henry:
What, you mean the Brady from this era?

Brady:
Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.

Henry:
...... Brady, I...

Brady:
Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity. Unlike some of the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like.

Henry:
Hey! How can you say that after we've gotten so close? You think I'd just cast you aside once my son is born? I'd never do that! You're my friend, Brady. AND my son!

Brady:
Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I'd decided not to cry, and then ya go and say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just...remember that we were good pals once, yeah? Real chums.

Henry:
Aw, I could never forget you, Son. I'll remember you until the day I die a horrible, bloody death! Oooooo... Blooooood...

Brady:
Okay, no more talk of dyin'. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play my violin and do a backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!

Henry:
Nya ha! Then it's settled. Guess I've got no choice but to stick around!