Awakening Supports/Virion Libra

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C Support

Libra:
It's remarkable how much rubbish an army on the march leaves behind! I'd best pitch in and help clean up. ...Ungh! This is heavier than it looks! *Gasp* It suddenly feels lighter! But how?!

Virion:
Such slender, delicate arms are ill-suited to this kind of work!

Libra:
...Virion?

Virion:
Please! Allow gentle Virion to carry this! I think there's a pillow over there that needs moving if you want to help.

Libra:
Oh. Yes, well, thank you, Virion.

Virion:
Think nothing of it, milady! A woman of your beauty shouldn't be reduced to hauling trash.

Libra:
......

Virion:
What's the matter, sweet Libra? Did I say something wrong?

Libra:
I'm a man.

Virion:
Ha ha ha! Not only are you beautiful, you have wit to... Erm, to match? Yes? Hmm... Except now that I look more closely at your face... *gulp*

Libra:
It's all right. it happens a lot. I'm sorry I was cross.

Virion:
You had every right to be cross, good sir! Ah ha ha! Oh, my. How could I, Virion, make such an error? Me! VIRION! Oh my stars...

Libra:
Are you all right?

Virion:
N-nothing! It's just that... your eyes are... so very shiny and pretty... Like two pools...of...something...

Libra:
Can we just get back to work?

B Support

Libra:
Virion? What happened to you? Your left cheek is red and swollen. Did someone strike you?

Virion:
What, this? It's nothing! Just a memento from the trenches of love's battlefield. You see, I spied a pretty lass walking down the road, and asked her if she was a woman. ha ha! Oh, you should have heard the sound of her palm upon my cheek! Yes, well, one can't be too sure about these things, can one? Ah ha! Ha. ...Yes.

Libra:
How... unfortunate.

Virion:
Damnation, Libra! I've been like this ever since I mistook you! When I approach a woman, I'm frozen by the fear of committing another blunder! You have thrown gallant Virion off his game, and the world suffers as a a result!

Libra:
Er, I'm sorry?

Virion:
When I look at your soft, milky skin and glowing, lustrous locks of hair... Well, it occurs to me that you must come from a very coddled background! Perhaps one of the finer noble houses? Royalty, even? Pray, tell me, good la-sir! Ha ha! Most good and noble sir! What is your lineage?

Libra:
Sorry, Virion. I'm not from a noble house. In fact, I was born to poor, humble parents who neglected me as a child. I only escaped their cruelty when I found the faith.

Virion:
Extraordinary! You're no tame rose gently cultivated in a well-tended garden... But a wild bloom that struggled out of barren soil with petals reaching for the sky! As well as being profoundly beautiful, you're also tough and tenacious!

Libra:
Please, sir. Such praise makes me uncomfortable. I am but a humble servant of the gods.

Virion:
Oh my! Look how your milky cheeks blush when I compliment you! It's so... Er... Yes! Right then! Good to see you again, old chum!

Libra:
Virion? You are a very strange man.

Virion:
(That I could possess only a tenth of his beauty... It's enchanting!)

A Support

Libra:
I suppose I'd best get started.

Virion:
Ho, Libra! That's a mighty pile of lumber you have there!

Libra:
Yes, it is. The temple nearby is short of firewood, so I thought to do a little log splitting.

Virion:
You mustn't ruin those perfect hands! Here, let me help.

Libra:
No, please. I've got this.

Virion:
No, no, I insist! As one friend to the other! Now let's get chopping.

(Time passes)

Virion:
*Pant, pant* L-Libra? S-stop chopping... I implore you... M-my arms... So... tired and... rubbery...

Libra:
What are you talking about? We're barely halfway done.

Virion:
H-halfway?! I've been... swinging that... that infernal axe... for hours... Or has it been days? I know not... M-my mind is... confused... Visions of logs... piled before me... A mighty tower... reaching to the sky... Which, when I look around me, isn't very far from the truth! What army of madmen collected this uncountable mass of dead trees?

Libra:
I did.

Virion:
Y-you gathered ALL these by yourself? B-but how?

Libra:
I picked them up and I carried them. It's simple, really. Here, are you done resting? This bundle needs to go over there.

Virion:
Er, very well, if you insis-OOF! I-it's heavier... *grunt* ...than it l-looks... J-just... got...to... h-hang on... a little... bit... longer... OH, BLAST!

Libra:
Virion, look out!

Virion:
Hm? I... I'm still alive...? I remember toppling backward with that massive weight in my arms...

Libra:
It's all right, I caught hold of you just in time.

Virion:
Libra! You saved me!

Libra:
It would appear so. Are you unharmed?

Virion:
Er, yes. I think so.

Libra:
Good. Now perhaps we should take that rest after all. Forgive me. I shouldn't have pushed you to work so hard.

Virion:
Hmm... From this angle, Libra looks quite different. Very manly, in fact. That big brow... Those massive knuckles...

Libra:
Sorry? Did you say something?

Virion:
Who, me? Oh, er, no. Nothing of import, my good man! Er, friend. Man...friend. *Ahem* Anyway, you are a stout comrade, Libra, and I thank you for saving me.

Libra:
Hah! Think nothing of it, Virion. I consider you a trusted friend as well.