Fates Supports/Oboro Nina(PC)
Nina: Mmm...that was really something. The way those men were chatting like old friends... What could they have been talking about? The mind wanders...
Oboro: Oh! Hey, Nina!
Nina: Gah! Mother?! What are you doing here? I thought you were training! You didn't hear me talking about...stuff... Did you?
Oboro: I didn't hear you talking about anything, let alone "stuff."
Nina: Good! Don't worry about it! Whew...
Oboro: I just came to tell you I'm all done tidying your room. That place was a mess, Nina! Do you ever throw anything away?
Nina: Mother! That's my private space.
Oboro: Well, everything's straightened now. Except the books under your bed. There wasn't room for those on the shelves, so I stacked them on your desk.
Nina: Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods... PLEASE tell me you didn't open any of those books...
Oboro: I can't understand you when you get like this, Nina. What are you mumbling about?
Nina: My diaries and journals, Mother! Did you read them or didn't you?
Oboro: Oh, relax. All I did was put them away. But if one of them did fall open and I saw a few words, you'd still be my daughter.
Nina: What's that supposed to mean? It sounds like you DID read them! Well? Did you or didn't you? ARRRRGH!
Nina: *sigh* Why does it have to be so difficult...
Oboro: What's got you so down in the dumps?
Nina: Oh...hi, Mother. I...I dunno.
Oboro: Don't give me that "I dunno" stuff. Tell me what's wrong! Let's hear it!
Nina: Well, I suppose things can't get any worse... I...I have a hard time talking to guys. But I think about them all the time! I feel like such a freak. Like they know that I'm thinking about them... And I just clam up and turn red. It's so awful!
Oboro: That does sound bad. But that's how life is sometimes. What can you do?
Nina: Ugh, you don't understand! When I finally manage to stammer a few words out... I start acting super mean and creepy for no reason! I need to change. But I don't know how...
Oboro: Well, the hard part of changing is already over with. You know you have a problem, and you want to fix it. So if you can be conscious of what you're about to say before you say it... That should clear things right up.
Nina: You really think so?
Oboro: Yeah. I mean, not right away. But with a little practice, you'll be fine!
Nina: Thanks, Mother. I actually feel a little bit better.
Oboro: Personally, I'm surprised you're even interested in talking to boys. I thought your thing was watching them talk to each other...
Nina: Wait, so you DID read them? AGHHH! I'm going to DIEEEEEE!
Nina: Hey, Mother. Guess what? I talked to a guy today, and it wasn't weird at all!
Oboro: Oh yeah? Tell me more!
Nina: Well, it was pretty basic as far as talking goes. I just gave him directions. But I didn't say anything weird or run away randomly!
Oboro: Great job, sweetie! You're taking it one baby step at a time.
Nina: Right? I've been giggling about it all afternoon.
Oboro: Next time, try working your way up to asking a greengrocer about his wares. If you get good enough, you might go up onstage! Wouldn't that be a fun hobby?
Nina: I thought we agreed to never speak of...my hobbies...ever again!
Oboro: Did we? Hmm. Guess that means you wouldn't want me to compliment you on your stealth technique.
Nina: How many of my diaries did you read, Mother? Jeez!
Oboro: Most of them. They were interesting! Avatar said the same thing when I showed them to him/her.
Nina: WHAT?! Why would you do that? WHY?
Oboro: They're amazing! Even our ninja were impressed with your stealth tricks! If I had my way, everyone in the army would be studying those things.
Nina: Great. Now everyone knows what a huge freak I am. Thanks, Mother.
Oboro: Anytime, sweetie. Just doing a mother's duty to embarrass her children. How about a hug?