Fates Supports/Ignatius Sophie
Sophie: Gah! What is that? Get it off! Get it off!
Ignatius: Heh. Hello, Sophie. That's an unusual dance you're performing.
Sophie: I'm not dancing—there's a bug crawling down my back!
Ignatius: What?! Yuck!
Sophie: Well, don't just stand there. Help me! Get it off! Get it off!
Sophie: Hurry! Get it off of me! I can't reach it myself! Please, help!
Ignatius: OK, don't move. Take a deep breath. *huff* *huff* *huff*
Sophie: Are you talking to yourself? What is going on? Can't you just help?
Ignatius: Why are you walking toward me? Don't come any closer! I'll...I'll go call for help.
Sophie: Ignatius! Can't you see I'm desperate! Oh, wait. I think it's gone.
Ignatius: Whew. The deep breaths worked.
Sophie: What? No, they didn't. The bug just flew away on its own. Why wouldn't you help me?
Ignatius: I, uh, wasn't sure I could squash the thing without hurting you. It's like...I don't even know my own strength. Yeah, that works.
Sophie: I see. I don't believe you, but I see.
Ignatius: Believe me! I was praying to all the gods that the bug would leave me alone.
Sophie: Leave YOU alone?
Ignatius: That's what I said, isn't it? Leave YOU alone. Jeez.
Sophie: Hey, Ignatius! How are you?
Ignatius: I'm fine. How are you, Sophie? Um, would you like some help with that? It looks kind of heavy and awkward.
Sophie: Oh, no, thanks. As long as I don't touch the side where it's hot, like this— AHHHHH!
Ignatius: Are you all right? That's...a lot of soup.
Sophie: Yeah, I'm OK. I was really looking forward to eating this soup, though! Oh, and your book!
Ignatius: I'm sure it will dry out. And then I can enjoy the delicious scent of your soup until I finish reading it.
Sophie: Heehee! Well, I'm glad you have a sense of humor about it. How can I make this up to you?
Ignatius: Please, it's nothing. I'm just glad you're not hurt.
Sophie: Well, thanks. But...are you sure you're not upset? You have such a stern look on your face!
Ignatius: No, no, I'm fine. This is just how I look.
Sophie: Really? Prove it. Let's see a smile.
Ignatius: Certainly. Cheese.
Sophie: I knew it! You are mad!
Sophie: Ignatius! Don't move!
Ignatius: What?! What is it?
Sophie: Just stay calm. Don't move. Annnnnd...I got it.
Ignatius: I really don't want to know, but I have to ask... What did you just pluck off of my back?
Sophie: It's nothing. Just a tiny caterpillar. But I know how you dislike bugs.
Ignatius: Yuck! Get it away! Get it away!
Sophie: Calm down! I'll set it down over here. Yeesh. You've really got to work on this bug-phobia thing.
Ignatius: Why would you say that? I'm not THAT scared of bugs.
Sophie: Then why don't you go pick up that caterpillar with your bare hand?
Sophie: I think I finally understand you, Ignatius.
Ignatius: How do you mean?
Sophie: Well, you don't show a lot of emotions with your face. But I can see you feel things deeply.
Ignatius: Well, of course.
Sophie: But that's not all. I always see you on the front lines in battle. But I know battle terrifies you! You must really treasure your friends to put yourself in the line of fire like that.
Ignatius: Well, I don't know...
Sophie: And you're also really modest.
Ignatius: If you say so.
Sophie: Heh. See? You're making such a scary face, but I can tell you're happy.
Ignatius: You're quite perceptive. Maybe you do understand me. You'd be one of the first...
Ignatius: Hello, Sophie.
Sophie: What's wrong, Ignatius? You look nervous.
Ignatius: How can you tell?
Sophie: Heh. I can read you like a book. So what's going on?
Ignatius: Well, I have something I want to ask you.
Sophie: Is something wrong? You look like you're going to be sick!
Ignatius: No, no, I'm fine.
Sophie: Are you sure? Can you just spit it out? You're making ME nervous now!
Ignatius: Will...will you...um... *ahem* Will you...go...
Sophie: Huh? Will I go...where?
Ignatius: Will you go out with me?
Sophie: What?! I wasn't expecting that!
Ignatius: It's just...you understand me so well. And I'd like to get to know you better.
Sophie: Well, now I'm not sure I understand you at all! I did NOT see this coming!
Ignatius: So is that a no?
Sophie: No! I mean, yes! Er, wait, I think I did actually mean no... Ugh, this is too confusing. Let me put it this way—I will go out with you, Ignatius! I just needed a moment to recover from the shock.
Ignatius: I'm so happy! Can you see it in my face?
Sophie: Heh! I sure can.