Awakening Supports/Maribelle Gregor

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C Support

Maribelle:
Hold, you overgrown lummox! I would have a word with you.

Gregor:
Creasing the forehead and squinting eyes is wasting such beautiful face.

Maribelle:
Beautiful? Why, goodness me... Argh! Do not try to change the subject, you silver-tongued weasel! I've a most serious matter to discuss with you.

Gregor:
Gregor is listening.

Maribelle:
You took a loaf of bread from the pantry again, didn't you?

Gregor:
Yes. Food portions Gregor receives is not enough to maintain mighty physique. If Gregor is fainting from hunger, Shepherd ladies will be plunging into despair, no?

Maribelle:
Good heavens, but you are a self-deluded nitwit.

Gregor:
Is true! Is happening all the time.

Maribelle:
Are all lowborn sellswords truly this inane, or is it just you?

Gregor:
Eh? Gregor is not catching that last part. You must say again.

Maribelle:
Listen to me, fool. The Shepherds have strict rules about such things. Food is rationed for a reason. You can't just go willy-nilly breaking... Sir! *ahem* ...Are you listening to me?!

Gregor:
O-of course! Gregor is hearing pretty lady! Do not be rule breaking near Willy, yes?

Maribelle:
A lack of discipline leads to disorder, and disorder leads to wickedness. Innocuous though they may seem, your acts could cause the ruin of our whole army.

Gregor:
But Gregor is only taking tiny loaf of bread...

Maribelle:
You think I'm exaggerating, don't you? One small crack is all it takes to bring down the dam that holds back chaos.

Gregor:
Gregor is thinking Maribelle is carried away with this vivid imaginings.

Maribelle:
I am a woman of fair mind and breeding. I believe in what is right and proper. And I will not abide rogues who flaunt the rules that make us strong.

Gregor:
Enough! Gregor is making many apologies for bread, yes? From now on, Gregor obey all rules and be model of good behavior.

Maribelle:
Then we have nothing further to discuss. I bid you good day.

Gregor:
She is pretty like rose, but her tongue is sharp like thorn...

B Support

Maribelle:
Gregor! Just what do you think you were doing in that last battle?

Gregor:
Gregor was making with the killing. Why? Is problem with that, too?

Maribelle:
You charged ahead without waiting for your allies.

Gregor:
But we are achieving great victory, yes? So all is being well if ends okay.

Maribelle:
If everyone thought the same, where would this army be? Discipline would collapse, and we'd be nothing but a disorganized mob.

Gregor:
But Gregor did charging ahead for sake of noble Maribelle.

Maribelle:
Er, you did?

Gregor:
Gregor spies foes hidden in thicket, yes? They wait to ambush most beautiful fighter. So Gregor gallantly leaps into fray to be defending the Lady Maribelle.

Maribelle:
Well, that...certainly goes a long way toward explaining your actions. When you saw me exposed to mortal threat, you had no choice but to hurl yourself—

Gregor:
Oh no! Gregor is doing the same for any pretty girl. Not just Maribelle.

Maribelle:
Ah. *ahem* Y-yes, of course. I knew that. In any case, I forgive you. However, we still have rules, and they must not be broken for any reason.

Gregor:
Gregor is understanding! ...Actually, no. Gregor is very much confused.

A Support

Gregor:
Oy, Maribelle? Helloooooo? Where are you?

Maribelle:
*Sigh* Oh, Gregor...

Gregor:
What is matter with Maribelle? Is like heavy weight is being placed on shoulders.

Maribelle:
And tell me, how do I normally look?

Gregor:
Beautiful, like flower in sunshine. So beautiful that gods weep from jealousy and despair!

Maribelle:
Oh...

Gregor:
What is wrong, Maribelle? You tell Gregor.

Maribelle:
I'm upset about the last battle, all right? You had to come to my rescue. Again!

Gregor:
Ah, yes. Gregor is most gallant, no?

Maribelle:
This simply will not do!

Gregor:
No?

Maribelle:
Even if I wanted to be rescued by you, which, to be honest, was the case—

Gregor:
Oh ho!

Maribelle:
I cannot allow myself to rely on someone who continuously breaks our army's rules. It must not and will not happen henceforth!

Gregor:
Er, yes. About that. Gregor is sorry he is stealing many pies from kitchen. ...And that he takes lock of Chrom's hair to sell to local gossip leaflet.

Maribelle:
*Sigh*

Gregor:
Do not sigh! Gregor is actually much better than before, yes? Is because Maribelle is scolding Gregor so much that he tries harder to follow rules. Is making Gregor better soldier and allows him to be helping comrades, no? He is just not perfect yet. These things, they take time.

Maribelle:
So it's thanks to my efforts that you're able to lend me aid?

Gregor:
Yes, you are understanding Gregor!

Maribelle:
Well, I suppose that makes sense. All right, then. I'll continue to allow you to aid me on the battlefield. And you will continue to work on obeying the rules. Are we agreed?

Gregor:
Muchly in the agreeing!

S Support

Gregor:
Hmmm...

Maribelle:
Oh, gracious me! It's a miracle!

Gregor:
What is miracle?

Maribelle:
You are! Lest I'm mistaken, you appear to be thinking! And intently at that. What terrible aberration of nature has allowed for such a freak phenomenon?

Gregor:
Is true. Gregor is having very serious thoughts. Before world sees ending, Gregor wants to give this present to Maribelle.

Maribelle:
What in the world is it... A ring?

Gregor:
Gregor is wanting to marry Maribelle. Today, Gregor makes solemn promise: Maribelle will not regret a life with Gregor!

Maribelle:
...Is this another of your frivolous impulses?

Gregor:
Gregor is never more serious in whole life.

Maribelle:
Well, you obviously went to a lot of trouble to procure such an...*ahem* ornate ring.

Gregor:
You like ring, yes?

Maribelle:
...I think it's dreadful.

Gregor:
Oy...

Maribelle:
However. I am delighted by your proposal! It would be my great honor—and yours! Perhaps if we marry I will be able to teach you about good taste... As well as how to follow the rules!

Gregor:
First rule Gregor follow: he must do happy dance with new bride-to-be!