Fates Supports/Oboro Selkie(PC)
Selkie: Hey, Mom! What are you doing? Wanna go outside and play?
Oboro: Oh, honey, you're a wreck! All muddy and— Wait, is this blood?!
Selkie: Yep! I was exploring in the forest, and I think I fell off a cliff or two. Heehee!
Oboro: Is this a joke?! Are you trying to give your mother a heart attack?! Oh gods, it's not a joke, is it! Do you need to see a surgeon?!
Selkie: Aww, I'm fine. I just scraped my knees a little bit. Everything still works the way it's supposed to. See?
Oboro: All right, all right. I'm glad you didn't break any bones. Though I wish you'd take better care of your clothes... Selkie, I know you're at that age when you're a big bundle of energy. But you have to be careful!
Selkie: Grr, that's no fun! What am I supposed to do?
Oboro: Playing inside can be fun. A lot fewer heights to worry about indoors, too. You could read a book, or paint a picture, or pester your father.
Selkie: I dunno...sounds boring. Oh! I have an idea! Let's play dress-up! We can put on makeup and everything.
Oboro: You're interested in fashion and makeup and things? Since when? Wait, what am I complaining about? This is perfect! Makeover time it is!
Selkie: Yay! Let's do it! Gimme that lipstick!
Oboro: All in good time, honey. First, I need to think about what would look best on you. Give me a few days, and we'll get you looking fabulous!
Selkie: All right...this is gonna be great!
Oboro: Ready for your makeover, Selkie?
Selkie: Oh yeah! Bring it on!
Oboro: I'd given up hope long ago that my wild child would ever be interested in this stuff. But it's finally happening! OK, Selkie, where do you want to start? Hair? Nails?
Selkie: War paint! Right under the eyes with lipstick! I want green—do you have green?
Oboro: Well, for facial makeup, you really want to apply a layer of foundation first.
Selkie: You mean this powdery stuff? I think it's gonna make me sneeze. AH-CHOO! Oh no...it's everywhere!
Oboro: Selkie! Do you know how hard this stuff is to find?!
Selkie: *sniff* I'm sorry, Mom. I'm screwing everything up, aren't I?
Oboro: It's OK, honey. Nobody gets it right their first time. Not even humans. Like most things, it's easier to learn by watching someone else. So today, I'll put the makeup on the way you want it, and you can watch me!
Selkie: Really? OK...that sounds good.
Oboro: Just sit still for me, honey. There we go. You mentioned wanting lipstick under the eyes—what overall effect are we going for?
Selkie: Fierce! I want to look like I could rip your head off with my teeth. Rawr! I mean, not YOUR head, Mom. Anyway, make me look fierce!
Oboro: Fierce it is! It'll take a brave man to approach you by the time I'm done!
Selkie: Hey, Mom! Guess what?
Oboro: Someone seems happy today! What's up?
Selkie: I got so many compliments on the makeup you did for me! People said that I looked terrifying!
Oboro: Nailed it!
Selkie: Uh-huh! There's just one problem...
Oboro: There...there is?
Selkie: Well, I loved the makeup, but it took so long to put on. I'd kind of rather spend that time outside playing and running.
Oboro: But you... But I...
Selkie: Oh! But that doesn't mean I didn't like being with you. It was really fun to see how you put it all together. I guess what I'm saying is... Sometimes I want to do makeup with you, but other times... I want to run and play outside with you!
Oboro: Well... I guess I should count my blessings that makeup is still on the table. So that's fine with me!
Selkie: It is? Yay!
Oboro: You were so patient and sat so still last time that you can pick what to do today. We can fly a kite, or play hide-and-seek, or whatever you want!
Selkie: Aww, you're the best! I'm so glad you're my mom!