Awakening Supports/Noire Gerome

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C Support

Noire:
Phew! I'm exhausted!

Gerome:
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Noire:
Er, hullo?

Gerome:
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Noire:
Gerome? Is that you?

Gerome:
Yes.

Noire:
Eeek! H-how long were you going to stand there and...stare at me? You weren't...just watching me...were you? ...What do you want, anyway?!

Gerome:
I don't want anything.

Noire:
Um, okay. So then why—

Gerome:
Do you wish for me to go?

Noire:
I don't know. ...I suppose not. I'm finished now, so it doesn't really matter either way.

Gerome:
Because if I am bothering you, I can stand farther away. Over there, perhaps?

Noire:
No, no. It's okay, you don't have to... Oh. He's gone. That's...mildly disturbing. W-wait! Could it be that someone sent him to spy on me? Because then... Oh no!

B Support

Noire:
H-hey, Gerome.

Gerome:
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Noire:
Um, so, are you sure you don't need anything from me? Because you're spending a lot of time just...hovering around.

Gerome:
I desire nothing.

Noire:
Oh, er, okay. Nothing on your mind at all, then. Is that right?

Gerome:
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Noire:
Right. That's...certainly not creepy or anything.

Gerome:
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Noire:
Okay, what is your deal, mister?!

Gerome:
Hmm?

Noire:
BLOOD AND THUNDER! WERE YOU SENT TO SPY ON ME OR NO? SPEAK! SPEAK BEFORE I RIP YOUR TONGUE FROM YOUR MAW!

Gerome:
B-b-but...

Noire:
BWAAA HA HA HA HA!

Gerome:
F-forgive me! I was only trying to help! I was worried about you.

Noire:
...W-worried?!

Gerome:
Yes! You've been working far too hard, and I was concerned for your health.

Noire:
So...that's why you've been hanging around like a starving vulture?

Gerome:
It's no secret that you possess a somewhat delicate constitution. I feared you'd work too hard, fall ill, and be unable to march with the army. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. It was not my intention.

Noire:
Er, well, I guess you meant well...

Gerome:
I will leave you in peace now.

Noire:
...... Aw, crackers! I scared him away again!

A Support

Noire:
Hey-ho... Oomph! Ungh... This crate's...so heavy...

Gerome:
Noire?!

Noire:
I-I've got it! Unnngh... Totally got... Uh-oh, no I don't—! Waaaaaaaaaaargh! ...Whew, I'm still standing. But I was tipping backwar—

Gerome:
Are you all right, Noire?!

Noire:
Gerome? Did you save me? Oh, wow. Y-you did, didn't you?! Oh gee, that's kind of... Ungh...

Gerome:
Look out!

Noire:
Whoops! Sorry! Guess I'm still a little light headed there.

Gerome:
You must stop pushing yourself so hard! You can barely walk from exhaustion!

Noire:
Yeah, but I didn't think it would be so hard to move a couple of crates. ...Sorry you had to rescue me.

Gerome:
You always push hardest when you think no one is around.

Noire:
...Yeah, maybe. Look, I'll try to be more careful, all right?

Gerome:
Next time, ask for help. It benefits no one if you injure yourself.

Noire:
Yeash, I know, I know... I'm sorry.

Gerome:
...Apologies if I spoke harshly. I'm only concerned for your well-being.

Noire:
Oh, it's all right. ...Besides, I should apologize for calling you creepy earlier. I kind of meant it at the time, but I don't anymore.

Gerome:
Well, I suppose I might have come across strangely, just standing there...

Noire:
Great! Glad that's settled! Now I've I've got some crates to move! You can stay and help if you want. Just to make sure I don't...overdo it?

Gerome:
Of course.

Noire:
Hee hee! Thanks, Gerome!

S Support

Noire:
Hello again. Seems like I've been seeing a lot of you recently.

Gerome:
*Cough* Just wondering if there's anything I can...help you with.

Noire:
Gerome, you are far too kind. ...Actually, you really are far too kind! What are you up to?

Gerome:
Nothing!

Noire:
Are you sure? You're sure it's not actually that... You're starting to fall in love with me?

Gerome:
P-preposterous!

Noire:
Really? ...Oh. Then we'll just forget I ever said anything, okay? If I need a hand in the future, I'll ask someone else. Not fair that you always—

Gerome:
Wait!

Noire:
Hmm?

Gerome:
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Noire:
...... Well, come on. Out with it. I'm waiting.

Gerome:
You are?

Noire:
Gods, but you sure can be a wet fish sometimes!

Gerome:
I am not a wet fish!

Noire:
You do understand what I'm trying to get at here, don't you? I'm lining up the practice dummies! All you have to do is swing blindly! Is it really so hard to tell a girl that you like her?!

Gerome:
Er... Well, that is to say...

Noire:
Come on, Gerome! Man up! Just tell me, plainly and clearly, what you think of me!

Gerome:
...... You see, sometimes when two people... Things happen... Stuff... *mumble* ...Okay, I like you.

Noire:
Really? Are you serious? Hee hee! Oh, how embarrassing!

Gerome:
...B-but you made me say it!

Noire:
It's just so sudden! You'll give me time to think about this, won't you?

Gerome:
...... Are you making fun of me?

Noire:
Not at all! I feel overwhelmed, actually. And surprised. ...And honored. And I'm also delighted you finally managed to express yourself! So, um, you'll keep helping me out, won't you?

Gerome:
Of course. I don't want you dropping more crates on yourself. But I won't be lurking in the shadows anymore. I'll be right at your side.

Noire:
Well that would be a lovely change of pace! Hee hee!