Awakening Supports/Cynthia Gerome

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C Support

Cynthia:
Heya, Gerome!

Gerome:
......

Cynthia:
No, I'm over here! Yoo-hoo! You're going the wrong way!

Gerome:
*Sigh* What do you want?

Cynthia:
I don't want anything. I'm just wondering if you're free to chat?

Gerome:
No, I'm not.

Cynthia:
Really? Great! 'Cause I'm anxious to know what you think the perfect hero looks like. For example, you could say she— or he— is lovely and powerful and graceful, right? Or that everyone admires her! ...Or him. I suppose it could be a him. Anyway, I'd love to get your opinion on the whole matter. You're very hero-like yourself, especially given that cool, dark demeanor and all.

Gerome:
I'm leaving... Don't follow me.

Cynthia:
No, Gerome, wait! I'm not done! I'm not...done. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear he was trying to avoid me.

B Support

Cynthia:
Hey, Gerome! Can we, already? Pleeeeease?

Gerome:
Do what?

Cynthia:
Have our hero chat, of course!

Gerome:
I never agreed to such a thing... I have nothing to say.

Cynthia:
Liar! Remember when we were kids? We'd talk for hours and hours!

Gerome:
We're not children anymore.

Cynthia:
I know. But remember when you told me I looked all strong and graceful like a hero?

Gerome:
...I said that?

Cynthia:
Oh, yeah! All the time, actually! I'd love to hear you say it again. Hee hee! It sent a thrill down my spine when you'd tell me how wonderful I was! I love that about you!

Gerome:
W-wait! You love me?!

Cynthia:
Well, sure, we grew up together, right? We're the bestest of pals, aren't we? I loved it when you told me I was a hero! ...And graceful and beautiful and smart.

Gerome:
Oh. Right. Of course. I knew that.

Cynthia:
So, come on! Make with the flattery!

Gerome:
...... We are not children anymore!

Cynthia:
Aw, geez. Don't tell me...Does he hate me now...?

A Support

Gerome:
I shouldn't have done it. It was cruel.

Cynthia:
What was cruel?!

Gerome:
Gyah! ...H-how long have you been there?!

Cynthia:
Oh, I've been here forever! You would have noticed too, if you weren't so completely lost in thought. If I was a foe, I could have lopped off your head without you ever realizing it.

Gerome:
Yes, but in battle, I would be much more dilig—

Cynthia:
Don't forget, you're a proper hero now! You can't afford to let your guard down. ...It just looks bad.

Gerome:
Who said I was a hero? Apart from you, I mean.

Cynthia:
Oh, Gerome, you don't have to be so modest. I love you anyway!

Gerome:
Y-you love me?

Cynthia:
Yeah, of course I do, silly. Anyway, that's not why I came to talk to you. I have a question for you. A very important question.

Gerome:
Hold! Return to the part about lo—

Cynthia:
Do you hate me?

Gerome:
What? ...Why do you ask?

Cynthia:
Because, it sometimes feels like you're trying very, very hard to avoid me.

Gerome:
...... I find you difficult to be around.

Cynthia:
*Gasp* No... Oh I knew it...

Gerome:
I'm not finished. You have always been a perpetual ray of sunshine in my life. But sometimes, a man like me wishes to draw the curtains and sit in the dark.

Cynthia:
Like a troglodyte?

Gerome:
Please don't misunderstand me. I don't dislike you. Your good humor raises people's spirits and dispels the horrors of war. You are a shining beacon of hope, reminding us there can be a better future. You light the fires of optimism and inspire us to keep striving.

Cynthia:
Gosh. You make me sound so...important. More of this please! But wait...I guess if you think that, you can't possibly hate me. ...Right?

Gerome:
None of your comrades dislike you, myself included.

Cynthia:
Phew! That's a relief! Thanks, Gerome! We'll talk soon, I promise.

Gerome:
W-wait! My point was that I do not want to talk!

S Support

Cynthia:
*Rustle, rustle* *Scratch, scratch, scratch* Oh, hey, a peanut! *munch, munch* La da dum de dooooo... Oooooh, I wish I was a hammer! ♪ I'd hammer all day loooo—

Gerome:
Stop fidgeting! We're on guard duty. ...You need to stay alert.

Cynthia:
Vigilant! Right! That's me! ...Got it. ...... See, its just that I can't stop thinking about when we were kids. Remember how we'd go into the woods and play Justice Cabal?

Gerome:
...Vaguely.

Cynthia:
There was that time I pretended to be a paladin and killed all those evil goblins... You said I looked truly heroic, even though the goblins were only snapdragons.

Gerome:
You don't forget anything, do you? Perhaps it's only fair that I tell you...

Cynthia:
Tell me what? ...Is something wrong? Ohmigosh, there IS something wrong! This is what I've been worried about! Don't leave me hanging! Go ahead! Say it!

Gerome:
When I confessed I wasn't comfortable around you, I...lied. Or at least, I wasn't clear about the real reason why....

Cynthia:
Wait, so it's not that I'm too bright and cheerful? ...Then what is it? Maybe I can fix it or change it so you don't totally hate me anymore.

Gerome:
Gods' bread! I don't hate you! You're just difficult to be around. ...Because of my vertigo.

Cynthia:
You mean, like, your being afraid of heights?

Gerome:
Do you remember teaching me to fly when we were young?

Cynthia:
Yeah, sure! You were so scared of heights you couldn't ride a wyvern! So I took you on my pegasus, and we flew and flew until you weren't afraid anymore. Hee hee! That was so much fun! I haven't thought about that in ages...

Gerome:
I had hoped to never think on it again...

Cynthia:
So, wait. You hate me because I know your secret weakness?

Gerome:
No! That's not it at all! ...Well, maybe it is. Partly, at least. I have been...desperate to impress you, and yet you've already seen me for a fool.

Cynthia:
No way! ...You were trying to impress ME?!

Gerome:
Is that so unbelievable?

Cynthia:
Gerome! I'm crazy about you! Why do you think I keep bugging you all the time?!

Gerome:
I...I had always thought...that it was just because we were childhood friends.

Cynthia:
Well, there is that, but a girl doesn't hang on your every word for old time's sake! Really, how can someone so wonderful be so darn thick?...Heh. Well, look. Now that we've cleared the air, we can start fresh.

Gerome:
Yes! I suppose we can! First order of business: what's the best look for a heroic couple...?