Fates Supports/Forrest Soleil
Forrest: Oh no! My glove—it's blowing away!
Soleil: I've got it! Here you go, cutie.
Forrest: Thank you! I stopped for tea, but I can't believe how windy it is! ...Uh, Soleil? Why are you staring like that? It's my hair, isn't it? Ugh! I knew it. The wind's ruined me!
Soleil: Your hair's fine! Actually, it's more than fine. I've been meaning to ask you... How DO you get those adorable curls? They're too cute!
Forrest: Oh, well, thank you. It's easy! While my hair is wet, I pin each section into place. Once my hair dries—instant ringlets!
Soleil: Haha, nice try! You use some kind of magic on your hair. That's cool. Heehee!
Forrest: I do not!
Soleil: Don't freak out! I won't tell anyone! I knew it! No one has hair THAT cute. You've got a special stave just for hairdos. Will you show me sometime? Please?!
Forrest: *sigh* Soleil, I told you! I am not using magic!
Soleil: Cool. I'll stop by later. *wink* It will be our little secret!
Soleil: Oh, look! It's Forrest's bag. Hmm... Let me dig through here...
Forrest: Soleil! What are you doing?!
Soleil: Oh, uh...hi, Forrest! I was just searching for the secret to your super-cute hair. ...And I think I just found it! Aha! It wasn't a stave. It was a potion!
Forrest: That's not a potion. That's a bottle of shampoo! Perhaps you've heard of it?
Soleil: No way! This stuff smells a-mazing—like it's made of roses and pegasus tears!
Forrest: You're right about the roses. It's very expensive, so please—put that back!
Soleil: Huh. It's regular shampoo? You're not washing your hair with magic? Then how do you get it like that?! *gasp* Oh! I just figured it out. Your hair's fake!
Forrest: It is not fake!
Soleil: Can I touch your wig? Please?!
Forrest: You may touch my hair, but I told you—it's NOT a wig!
Soleil: Wow. It's so silky. That's amazing! It feels real...if real hair could feel THAT soft!
Forrest: Thank you, I think. Soleil?! What are you doing?! Ow! Ow, ow, ow!
Soleil: Whoa. Your wig is so firmly attached! How do you do that?
Forrest: They're called roots!
Soleil: What?! This is your real hair?! I could've sworn it was a wig! Oh, Forrest. I'm so sorry. I tugged really hard just now. I bet that hurt!
Forrest: It did! But that's OK, Soleil. I forgive you.
Soleil: You do?
Forrest: Yes. I know you meant it as a compliment.
Soleil: That's true. I did! I've never met anyone with such pretty hair before. I didn't think it was possible. ...Sometimes I wish I could have cute hair too.
Forrest: Are you serious? But you have such thick, gorgeous tresses!
Soleil: Thanks, but I never do anything special to it. I wear this same headband every day.
Forrest: Is that what this is all about? I'd be happy to teach you how to curl your hair.
Soleil: Really?! Awww! I'd love that!
Forrest: Great! It will only take a few hours, so I'll see you tomorrow morning around five.
Soleil: WHAT?! You get up at five just to do your hair?!
Forrest: Yep! Beauty like this takes time! I'll see you bright and early!
Soleil: *yawn* Thanks again for fixing my hair, Forrest! I still can't believe you get up this early every morning! That's crazy!
Forrest: It's nothing. While my curls set, I mend and press my outfit. All this travel is hard on clothing! If you don't take care of things, they won't last.
Soleil: I never thought about that before.
Forrest: I can tell. ...Now, let's see. I'm almost done with the back. You have a LOT of hair. So many girls would be jealous of your thick, shiny locks! Did you know that?
Forrest: Yes! I'm going to unpin this back section and see how your curls are turning out. ...Oh dear.
Soleil: What's wrong?
Soleil: Forrest! You just said, "Oh dear." That doesn't sound like nothing!
Forrest: Well, it's just...um... I didn't expect it to turn out quite so...frizzy.
Soleil: Huh? Let me see that mirror! If you hold the other one like so, I can see the back— ACK! Forrest! What did you do to me?! I look like a...a...
Forrest: You look like a poodle! I'm SO sorry, Soleil. I don't know what happened.
Soleil: Well, I know what happened! You made me get up at dawn to look like this!
Forrest: I apologize. If I find you the right hat, it will be OK. Accessories make the look!
Soleil: It's my fault. I'm the one who dragged you into this. I should've left you and your super-cute hair alone.
Forrest: Don't say that!
Soleil: But I've done nothing but annoy you! And now, look at me! I better go shower.
Forrest: Here. Take this.
Soleil: Forrest, I can't use this! It's your expensive shampoo!
Forrest: I want you to use it. If you can't have curls, at least your hair will smell like roses. Besides, your hair's already lovely. I should've left it alone.
Soleil: Aww... Thanks, Forrest.
Forrest: For what?! I made you look terrible!
Soleil: It was really kind of you to help me, and we had some good bonding time. Now that I think about it...it's sort of funny. Heeheehee!
Forrest: You're right. *snort* Bahaha! Quick! You better run before someone sees you!
Soleil: Haha! Good idea!
Forrest: Wait up! Maybe you should borrow my hat!
Forrest: Hello, Soleil. I'm sorry again about the hair debacle! You've looked so down ever since! Maybe I can make it up to you. I'd be happy to sew you something. Perhaps you'd like a capelet like mine? Would that cheer you up?
Soleil: That's really sweet of you, Forrest, but I don't think a cape will help. I always say, "Turn that frown upside down," but sometimes that's hard to do.
Forrest: I see. You're disappointed about your hair. I don't know why. It's beautiful straight!
Soleil: Oh, that's not it! I'm bummed because you won't want to hang out with me anymore. My curls and I are hopeless!
Forrest: Why would you say that? There are other things we could do besides hair!
Soleil: Really? I thought someone super-cute like you would have tons of friends already.
Forrest: I have friends, but I've always got room for one more.
Soleil: And what if I don't want to be your friend?
Forrest: Oh! Well, in that case, I'll just be on my way...
Soleil: No! Wait! I didn't mean it like that. What if I want to be MORE than your friend?
Soleil: You know that I have a thing for super cute girls, right?
Forrest: Right...but you know that I'm...a...
Soleil: A super-cute man dressed like a girl? Yep! I know. Totally adorable!
Forrest: Well, Soleil, I think you're pretty adorable too.
Forrest: Yes! You have so much energy. When you show up, you light up the whole room. I don't even mind all of the hair pulling and the shampoo stealing...
Soleil: Wait a minute! You said I could borrow it!
Forrest: I'm teasing! In fact, I have a gift for you. I got you your very own bottle.
Soleil: What?! For me? You mean, I can smell like roses all the time?
Forrest: Yes! I have a thing for super-cute girls too, you know.
Soleil: Aww... Thanks, Forrest! You really know how to make a girl feel special.