Fates Supports/Ryoma Orochi

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Orochi: And...there. Everything in its proper place.

Ryoma: What is all this clutter, Orochi?

Orochi: Lord Ryoma! No disrespect, milord, but it's not clutter. In fact, I've just finished organizing all of my divination materials. A woman in my profession has many components to have close at hand.

Ryoma: Indeed. I stand corrected. And, pray tell, what is that?

Orochi: That card in particular? One of many that Kagero drew for me. She drew all of my best fortune-telling cards.

Ryoma: Hmm. I recall hearing that somewhere. I've never laid eyes on them though. How...odd they are. Eerie too. Ominous.

Orochi: Avert your eyes, milord! It seems her style irritates the royal eye!

Ryoma: Hmpf. You jest, Orochi, but in truth I do find these images of hers unsettling. But I value Kagero, and I'm glad to know she's had a good friend in you. As her lord and master, I may not be the friendliest of figures in her life.

Orochi: You're too hard on yourself, milord. You always have been.

Ryoma: ......

Orochi: You see? You never let yourself relax. Always a sentinel. Both Kagero and even Lady Mikoto said you never let down your guard. That you're unfailing in your many noble qualities.

Ryoma: Is that so?

Orochi: Still, I'd like to think milord allows himself a laugh now and then. Please tell me that you have at least some funny mishap in your past!

Ryoma: You think me dull.

Orochi: No, never! Please, don't take it like that. I hate to see you so grim. But I do wonder—when's the last time you smiled?

Ryoma: I couldn't say.

Orochi: Nor can I. Your face has been grim as a gravestone for a long time now. All these battles, this endless fighting... Well then, I have no choice.

Ryoma: Orochi?

Orochi: I'm going to MAKE you laugh. I'll chip that stony exterior. You can count on me, Lord Ryoma, your most loyal servant.

(Orochi leaves)

Ryoma: O-Orochi? Please, there's no need! Oh, no.

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Ryoma: ......

Orochi: May I have a word with you, Lord Ryoma?

Ryoma: I fear you'll take it, whether I grant it or not.

Orochi: Milord, you know Orochi too well. I promised to make you laugh. How about we try funny stories?

Ryoma: I must admit—I have none.

Orochi: Oooh, good thing I have lots that I've been saving for a rainy day.

Ryoma: It's not raining.

Orochi: Just a figure of speech, milord. Now, shall we start with tales about Lady Mikoto?

Ryoma: My mother?

Orochi: Ah, yes. You may not know it, but Lady Mikoto had her funny quirks. Ha! She'd gobble sweets when no one was looking. I'd catch her with her cheeks stuffed so much—she looked like a chipmunk.

Ryoma: I didn't know that about Mother.

Orochi: Want to hear one about Kagero? Once, she went high into the mountains, looking for paint pigments... But then she saw a bear and thought it was a spy bundled up for the cold. Kagero tried to get a confession out of the bear—and barely escaped with her life!

Ryoma: Surely not the Kagero...I know?

Orochi: Yes. She and your mother—I know things that will keep me laughing forever. Please don't hold such things against Kagero now. That was years ago.

Ryoma: Heh, chipmunk cheeks.

Orochi: Oooh, what's that I see on YOUR face, Lord Ryoma?

Ryoma: A smirk is not a laugh. Still, thank you.

Orochi: Oh, milord. I've failed you. But I'll take a little hope from your smirk. Maybe it's the crack in the dam. I'll get you gushing yet!

Ryoma: Heh, I doubt that. Still, thank you. Your tales have demonstrated my weak spot. I must be more vigilant.

Orochi: I didn't mean for you to get more serious, milord. Next time, I will get that laugh!

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Ryoma: Orochi, I'd like to hear more of your stories.

Orochi: You wish is my command, Lord Ryoma. Could you specify which stories?

Ryoma: You know, those little stories—of things I failed to notice about people.

Orochi: I meant to make you laugh, milord, not feel guilt. Oh, blast it! I guess that's just who you are. I can't change that. I suppose your duty weighs on you like a millstone around your neck.

Ryoma: I cannot let myself laugh. I mustn't have my load lightened.

Orochi: Honestly, I wouldn't change a thing about you, milord. But I feel like our chats have relieved a little pressure. So, I need to be happy that you're a little less unhappy.

Ryoma: What do you mean? I'm not unhappy. Merely...serious.

Orochi: Oh? You usually look like a grumpy porcupine. But you've softened a little. Now you look like a lobster on a bad-hair day.

Ryoma: I see. Those were jokes, I take it?

Orochi: Call them a last-ditch attempt to make you laugh.

Ryoma: Well, you'll have better luck with your silly tales. Thinking about Mother, with her cheeks stuffed with sweets...

Orochi: Ah, there's that smile!

Ryoma: Thank you, Orochi. You've done well.

Orochi: Pleased to serve, milord. And glad to hear that all my snooping around the royal palace paid off!

Ryoma: Wha— Snooping?!

Orochi: Oh, of course. I was always scampering about, snooping on you royals. What I've learned about Lady Hinoka and Lord Takumi—their retainers, too... Ha! I could write a book!

Ryoma: I'd prefer you didn't. But I would like to hear these tales. It seems there's a whole side of my life I've never known.

Orochi: Then I will tell you everything I know. And I swear, once I'm done? You will laugh about life just like your loyal Orochi!

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Ryoma: May I have a moment, Orochi?

Orochi: For you, Lord Ryoma, always. Though it DOES seem like you want lots of my moments lately!

Ryoma: Hrm, yes. Perhaps.

Orochi: I'm glad to be of service. In times of war, Orochi likes to think she could ease your troubles. Would you like to hear more silly tales about your family? I will give you a hundred moments! A hundred stories!

Ryoma: Oh. I take it that I've become a burden to you.

Orochi: I'm sorry. You still haven't learned when Orochi is being playful.

Ryoma: I should stay on guard. Your comment cut too close to the bone.

Orochi: What bone, milord? Your funny bone?

Ryoma: No. I mean that I want all of your time. Every moment, every hour.

Orochi: I live to serve, Lord Ryoma. My whole life is yours to command.

Ryoma: I am not speaking as your lord, but as a man, bending knee to love.

Orochi: Bending knee—to me?!

Ryoma: I've come to feel that I'm only half the man I thought I was. You're responsible.

Orochi: I never meant for my tales to whittle away at your royal highness.

Ryoma: What I mean is that I'm a better, fuller person when I'm with you. I ask for your hand not as your master, only as one seeking his better half.

Orochi: I would have never dreamed... never dared, milord... But that's a lie. I've been feeling exactly the same for a while.

Ryoma: Ha! I knew it!

Orochi: Ha? Did milord just regale me with a laugh? Then my job here is done.

Ryoma: Done? Wait, Orochi. It just came out the wrong way. It's only... It's only that I prayed you might feel the same.

Orochi: Oh, I did—and I do. But Orochi is not a woman to be conquered. Courted, yes. Now, you may ask again. Bend knee, please.

Ryoma: Oh, at once! Will you please marry me, Orochi, my better half by far?

Orochi: You silly goose. Get up already. Of course it's yes.