Fates Supports/Keaton Velouria(PC)
C Support
Velouria: Daddy...!
Keaton: Ack! Oh, Velouria...sometimes I can't tell if you're a wolfskin or a giant barnacle.
Velouria: *sniff-sniff* You smell good, Daddy.
Keaton: Ahahaha! Stop! That tickles!
Velouria: Nooo, stop squirming! You're making it hard to catch your scent.
Keaton: Come on, Velouria—get off already!
Velouria: *sulk*
Keaton: *sigh*... You're relentless, you know that?
Velouria: If you're going to be that mean to me... I'll just throw away the present I got for you.
Keaton: A present? For me?
Velouria: It's a hair ball from a rare beast. Not something you see every day...
Keaton: WOOOOOOOOOOOW! No way! And I can have it?! GIMME!
Velouria: If you want it, you know my price.
Keaton: Urk...OK, fine. Go ahead... Sniff me all you want...
Velouria: That's what I wanted to hear. The hair ball is all yours. Now then... *sniff-sniff-sniff-sniff*...
Keaton: *sigh*... So young, but she already knows just how to play me...
B Support
Keaton: Prick up your ears, my daughter dear! I've got something to say!
Velouria: What now...?
Keaton: Starting now...I'm imposing a restraining order on you!
Velouria: On your daughter.
Keaton: Yep. I won't mince words... You're way too attached to me, and it's freaking me out. So I've gotta insist that you keep your distance for a little while. That's all! Do you understand?
Velouria: Yes, I understand. You're asking me to die...
Keaton: D-die?! You're overreacting there a little, don't you think?! All I want is for you to stop being so clingy!
Velouria: For me, that's a punishment every bit as bad as death.
Keaton: Don't be so dramatic! I'm only asking you to do it for a little while.
Velouria: But, Daddy... I can't LIVE without you...
Keaton: Good grief...I didn't know it was this serious with you.
Velouria: Is this...is this what you want, Daddy? For me to keep away...?
Keaton: Uh...well...I don't...not want it...
Velouria: ...
Keaton: Um...
Velouria: *sob*
Keaton: I-I was kidding! Ha ha, what a funny jokester your dad is! I don't want you to keep away at all... Just the opposite, in fact!
Velouria: Thank goodness...I'm glad we're on the same page, Daddy.
Keaton: U-uh, right...
Velouria: You'll be lifting that restraining order, right? I don't see how we can be best friends forever with that around.
Keaton: *sigh*...I can't ever win with this girl...
A Support
Velouria: Found you, Daddy.
Keaton: How?!
Velouria: Heehee... I know your scent very well now. No matter how far you go, I can always find you.
Keaton: Oh. That's amazing...or terrifying... or both?
Velouria: Daddy, can I have a hug?
Keaton: Velouria...nothing about this seems a little strange to you?
Velouria: Am I strange somehow? If I'm being bad, tell me, and I'll try to fix it.
Keaton: That's the kind of thing I'm talking about! A normal daughter would protest, saying she's not weird—I'M weird. Or something!
Velouria: That bothers you? I thought it's natural for daughters to love their daddies.
Keaton: Yeah, but you take it too far. I mean, you're clinging to my leg even as we speak...
Velouria: If that's being strange, then go ahead and call me strange.
Keaton: OK...but you can't stay like this forever.
Velouria: That's the whole point, Daddy.
Keaton: Huh?
Velouria: I know someday...I won't be able to be with you anymore. I can't stay clinging to you forever... All people...all wolfskin...have to pass on someday...
Keaton: Oh, OK. So you do know. It's true, Velouria. You'll have to leave the nest eventually.
Velouria: But...!
Keaton: B-but what?
Velouria: I don't like to think about it, but it's going to happen. With the war and all...it might happen sooner than later...
Keaton: Velouria...
Velouria: That's why I want you to hug me, Daddy. I already had to spend so much time by myself in the Deeprealm... I don't want to spend any more time apart from you... I want to stay close, like this...
Keaton: Well...I can't argue with that. I guess it's fine for you to be clingy, if you want.
Velouria: OK! And I can smell you too, right? *sniff-sniff-sniff-sniff*...
Keaton: Ahahahahaha! I told you, that tickles! Mercy! Mercy!
