Awakening Supports/Owain Brady

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C Support

Owain:
Halt! Who goes there?!

Brady:
Halt? You're the one who just walked in. I ain't goin' nowheres.

Owain:
A fine parry, sirrah. And yet, here you stand in garb most strange. Speak, fiend! What nefarious plot are you hatching here?!

Brady:
What, ya mean here in the kitchen? Dressed like a chef?

Owain:
A surcoat and crown of purest white... What strange rituals are—

Brady:
It's an apron and a chef's hat, idiot! I'm cookin' dinner! Even you can't be that dense. Now quit wasting my time.

Owain:
Cooking? You? Dinner? Ha! I'd sooner believe a cavalier riding a pegasus over the moon!

Brady:
Aw, I ain't got time for this malarkey! Look, tonight's my turn, all right? Now make like some eggs and beat it! You're gonna ruin the flavor.

Owain:
I will not be deceived by such deceits! What manner of madman would allow you a turn at cooking for the camp?

Brady:
I'm a fine cook, all right! I learned from my dear ol' ma! So just... *sniff* G-get off my back!

Owain:
Whoa...um, are you crying?

Brady:
N-no! *sniff* ...And you're slipping out of character.

Owain:
Brady, you are totally crying!

Brady:
L-leave me alone! I was just cuttin' up taters, all right?!

Owain:
Don't you mean onions? I don't think there's anything in potatoes that—

Brady:
I JUST FELT BAD FOR 'EM, OKAY?! Now make like my pants and split!

Owain:
Fine, fine. I'm going.

B Support

Owain:
Alas, Brady! We meet again! ...Um, Brady?

Brady:
What idiot left this helmet here?! Welp, too bad for them, 'cause I'm gonna punt it from here to kingdo—OOOOW! Fffffffffffffffft!

Owain:
Do you hiss at me, sir? And what was that sound of a moment ago?! It was as the splintering of a mighty shield! The felling of a towering tree!

Brady:
Hnnnnnnngh...

Owain:
Oh ho! I see you hunched and shivering! Do you tremble in my presence, sir?!

Brady:
N-no, you...idiot... Just...go away...

Owain:
Why do you reach for your foot? Grasping for a hidden dagger, perhaps? What are you doing, fiend?! I'll not be taken unawares! Give it here!

Brady:
No no no no no—OOOOOOW! DON'T TOUCH THAT!

Owain:
Okay, really. What's wrong?

Brady:
You're...falling out of...character again... *sniff*

Owain:
Wait, are you crying again?

Brady:
*Sniff* N-no, of course not. You got rocks in your brain! I...I think I just broke my toe... *sniff* *sniffle* ALL RIGHT, I'M CRYIN'! I'M SENTIMENTAL, OKAY?!

Owain:
Y'know, I don't think tears of pain count as being sentimental, Brady...

Brady:
Just...go away...

Owain:
All right, hold on. I'll go find you a healer.

A Support

Owain:
Ho, Brady of the Moistened Eyes, what business have you here?!

Brady:
*Sob* Sh-shut up! L-leave me... *Sniff* Just leamme alooone!

Owain:
Man, are you crying already?! This is a new record.

Brady:
I'm... *sob* I AIN'T CRYIN'! *sniff* *sniffle*

Owain:
Actually, no. You appear to be bawling. What happened this time, old friend?

Brady:
Whaddya mean "this time"?! Ya make it sound like it's an everyday thing!

Owain:
At this point, it kind of is... And why are you here, anyway? Weren't you joining the others on their training run?

Brady:
I did! I just couldn't keep up after the first ten minutes, all right?! Wanna make somethin' of it?! You and me gonna go round 'n' round?!

Owain:
Ah, I see! That explains why you're such a sweaty mess. ...It doesn't explain the tears, though.

Brady:
I told ya! I'm sentimental!

Owain:
You're sentimental about being out of shape?!

Brady:
Yes, all right?! Now mind yer beeswax and leave me alone!

Owain:
Um, Brady? Do you even know what "sentimental" means?

Brady:
Course I do! Whaddya think I am, some kinda limp noodle?

Owain:
Yes, well, you see, it's just that... You keep using it wrong. Sentimentality is when someone gets emotional over memories or moving events.

Brady:
So, like... If I saw a litter of newborn kittens and couldn't stop cryin' for hours?

Owain:
Exactly! That's being sentimental! ...And a little weird, if we're being completely hon—

Brady:
I... *choke* Hnngh!

Owain:
Mordecai's claws! Are you still out of breath from running? If you feel like you're going to be sick, just turn your head and—

Brady:
*Sob* I'm fine! I just... When I pictured those tiny kitties lyin' there all blind and mewling... *hic*

Owain:
Right... So basically you are sentimental. But you're also a huge crybaby, too.

Brady:
D-don't tell the others about this! If you do, I'll take yer lunch money!

Owain:
Heh, you put up a tough front, but you're just a huge softy inside. I don't think Brady of the Moistened Eyes is ready to join the Justice Cabal. ...But still, I'm glad we're friends.

Brady:
...That mean you won't tell no one?

Owain:
Heh. If it's that important to you, your secret's safe with me. Call me sentimental!