Fates Supports/Dwyer Caeldori

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Caeldori: *pluck* Perfect I will be... *pluck* Perfect will never be... *pluck* Perfect I will be... EEEP! *pluck* Perfect I will...NEVER be?! *sigh*

Dwyer: Oh, Caeldori. What did that poor flower do to deserve such brutality?

Caeldori: How long have you been lurking, Dwyer? You didn't hear what I...?

Dwyer: About being perfect? Or not? No. Not the slightest peep. And I wasn't lurking. I was here napping. You were so bent on perfection that you failed to even notice me.

Caeldori: I...I'm not.

Dwyer: Not, she says. Tell that to the flower you just mauled.

Caeldori: It's just a child's game, plucking a flower to divine the future.

Dwyer: Oh, is that what you call the slaying of that defenseless bloom?

Caeldori: *sob* Dwyer, please don't tell anyone what you saw. I couldn't live it down!

Dwyer: I'm only joking. Do you know how many dead flowers I've left in my wake? But I've learned there's no point in plucking petals. Just be you. You'll get what you deserve.

Caeldori: Well, whatever. Just don't tell anyone. It was only a moment of weakness. I'm myself again—perfection.

Dwyer: Oh, really.

Caeldori: I can tell by your sour puss that you doubt me. Maybe I'm not perfect. But I'm close. I'll give you proof.

Dwyer: I'm barely interested.

Caeldori: Oh, no. You started this.

Dwyer: Don't go to any trouble for my sake. I recant any skepticism.

Caeldori: You sullen clod! I'm going to give you proof if I have to rub it in your face. Next we meet, I'll show you how perfect I am...at winning affection.

Dwyer: That's hardly proof of anything. Well, besides being dependent on others for approval.

Caeldori: I'll show you. Next time we meet, you'll see me in a new light.

Dwyer: I'll be sure to shield my eyes, lest I be blinded by your brilliance.

B Support

Caeldori: Ah! Found you!

Dwyer: Hmm. I should really try this hiding thing I've heard so much about.

Caeldori: Let my perfection commence—with a demonstration of being winsome.

Dwyer: You know what they say: you win some, you lose some. And I'll be the one to lose my mind if I stick around. I find you tiresome.

Caeldori: Tiresome? I see what you're saying.

Dwyer: Uh, what?

Caeldori: How much it must drain you to hear people yammer on and on.

Dwyer: Yes, exactly. I'm glad you...understand.

Caeldori: You see? It's working!

Dwyer: ...... What is?

Caeldori: Lesson Number One: You'll win people over if you're perfectly agreeable. The distance between us, Dwyer, has been halved. You see? Winsome.

Dwyer: I feel used. Good-bye.

Caeldori: You need more proof?

Dwyer: Less. None. Negative proof. Can we turn back time?

Caeldori: You just hold on. I will now show you Lesson Number Two!

Dwyer: You mean from that, er, thing you're hiding behind your back?

Caeldori: What thing?

Dwyer: That book. I would recognize that fuchsia cover from a mile away. It's a guide to winning a man, isn't it?

Caeldori: This? No. Oh, is it? Never mind. It's just some garbage I picked up.

Dwyer: Garbage, indeed. I could never be hooked by tips from a book. Besides, you'll just come across as tiresome if you try so hard.

Caeldori: I give up. You're right. I'll be heading home now, Dwyer. Good-bye.

Dwyer: Oh, all right. See you later.

Caeldori: Heh.

Dwyer: What, heh? Don't heh me! Weren't you going to leave?

Caeldori: No. I was merely stimulating the male's instinct to chase. It's in the book.

Dwyer: Oh, what piffle. That tactic doesn't work on me. It doesn't work on anyone!

Caeldori: You're right, Dwyer. I'll go throw out this book now. Good-bye.

(Caeldori leaves)

Dwyer: Hmm. She's not half-bad.

A Support

Caeldori: Hello, Dwyer.

Dwyer: Allow me to tip my head in passing. As I pass, Caeldori.

Caeldori: But, uh, I need advice.

Dwyer: I have a moment.

Caeldori: It's more like I need you for a little experiment. Remember that book you told me to throw away? I did, of course. It was crammed of bad tips for winning over a man. You were so right! But one tip was absolute trash. I'd like to prove that. Can you help?

Dwyer: But I'm glad to assist, if it will help put the final nail in that fuchsia coffin.

Caeldori: I'll do exactly what the book said. You tell me if it has any effect on your heart.

Dwyer: My heart? I doubt it will. But please, continue.

Caeldori: I'll be starting...now. *pat pat* Why, hello there, Dwyer! *pat* The weather is sure *pat* nice today! *pat pat pat*

Dwyer: Caeldori, I'm not a dog.

Caeldori: The book said that when one talks to a man, one ought to touch him casually. It will get the man's heart beating.

Dwyer: That was casual patting? I thought you were trying to pick my pocket.

Caeldori: No effect on your heart though? All right. Let's try this... *turn* *glance over shoulder* *flip hair* *flutter flutter flutter flutter*

Dwyer: Do you have an eyelash stuck in your eye? You should rinse that out.

Caeldori: I was batting my lashes at you over my shoulder! Did it succeed?

Dwyer: At making me uncomfortable? Yes. It succeeded wildly.

Caeldori: Aw, I guess I made a mess of it.

Dwyer: Please tell me this wasn't all some ruse to actually win me over. That book IS junk. The truth is, you of all people don't need a book of tips to be winsome.

Caeldori: But how else will I make a man's heart skip a beat?

Dwyer: Ugh. How awful. Heart failure? What a thing to inflict on someone. Just be yourself, Caeldori. You really will get what's coming to you. And it will be as lovely as you are.

Caeldori: Really? Did you just say that? You, Dwyer?!

Dwyer: Keep it between us.

Caeldori: Then I really will throw away that stupid book. I guess I got a little more perfect, thanks to you. Mind if I come to you for more advice from time to time?

Dwyer: As long as it's you I'm dealing with and not that book? Of course. It's been a pleasure, Caeldori.

S Support

Dwyer: Hi, Caeldori.

Caeldori: Oh, hello, Dwyer. What can I help you with?

Dwyer: I need advice.

Caeldori: My advice? Have pigs developed wings and now require pig knights?

Dwyer: Er, what? Anyway, I need advice about love.

Caeldori: No! You? Love?! Well, you and I have circled this topic before. You know it's not my field.

Dwyer: I think you'll have an informed opinion about this.

Caeldori: All right, out with it.

Dwyer: What kind of gift makes a woman really, really happy?

Caeldori: I don't know. I can only say what tickles me. Just about anything though. It's really and truly the thought that counts.

Dwyer: That's not very helpful. How about flowers?

Caeldori: What girl doesn't love to receive flowers?

Dwyer: Noted. Another question—what's the best way to offer one's heart to a woman?

Caeldori: Personally, I think it doesn't matter much what he might say. He needs only look into my eyes and speak from the heart. I hope that helps whomever is the lucky target of your affections. As for me, I've always thought it'd be wonderful for it to go just like that. Perhaps it's trite, but for a suitor to drop to his knee...? I'd simply die!

Dwyer: Well, don't do THAT.

Caeldori: Huh? Dwyer, why are you dropping—? To your—? Knee?

Dwyer: Caeldori.

Caeldori: Wh-what?

Dwyer: I've taken a liking to you.

Caeldori: What?!

Dwyer: And if you're not too opposed, would you please take this flower?

Caeldori: WHAT?!

Dwyer: I'm serious.

Caeldori: But I never guessed— I mean, maybe I guessed, but I never dreamed...

Dwyer: So are you going to take this flower? My knee is starting to hurt.

Caeldori: NO!

Dwyer: Urk. Why?

Caeldori: What kind of proposal was that?! It was like a proposal FOR a proposal! It has to be spontaneous. You have to fully open your heart.

Dwyer: That was from my heart. But if you want me to pop out of a cake or something...? I'll surprise you at some point.

Caeldori: Really? You promise?

Dwyer: I give you my vow.

Caeldori: Oh, Dwyer! This is exactly how I always pictured this happening! Or at least how I'll picture it when it eventually happens! I give you my vow. When the time comes, I will say...yes.