Awakening Supports/Noire Laurent

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C Support

Noire:
All right... On to the next task.

Laurent:
You seem exceptionally busy, Noire. What has you so occupied?

Noire:
Oh, nothing. Just on my way to draw water for tonight's dinner.

Laurent:
In that enormous bucket?

Noire:
W-well, yes?

Laurent:
Then pray, allow me.

Noire:
What? No, I couldn't ask you to do that.

Laurent:
A slight person like yourself oughtn't put undo strain on their frame. I won't explain the physics behind it, save to say it may bring about a fracture.

Noire:
B-but, this is the same bucket I've been using for years.

Laurent:
What if your anemia acted up and you grew light headed? You could be badly injured.

Noire:
But, Laurent, I feel fine! ...Oh, okay! You can help! But just for today.

Laurent:
Excellent. Leave it to me. And this water is bound for the mess-tent team, correct?

Noire:
Yes, that's right. Thank you.

Laurent:
Thanks are not required. I insisted, did I not?

B Support

Laurent:
How are you feeling, Noire? Taking care not to overexert yourself, I trust?

Noire:
I'm fine, thank you. I've been feeling quite well for some time now.

Laurent:
Excellent news. But pray, stay wary. Our marches have been grueling of late, and exhaustion is a relentless foe.

Noire:
R-really, Laurent, I'm fine. You don't have to worry so.

Laurent:
You ought to express this level of concern as well. Frankly, your body is rather frail. You must be realistic and cautious in how you treat it.

Noire:
Look, everyone else is busy keeping the camp clean and well supplied. I can't be the only one lounging about!

Laurent:
And yet, I would impress on you that resting adequately is your greatest responsibility.

Noire:
Even if I tried, I don't think I could sit still with everyone else buzzing around. If the guilt didn't keep me up, the sheer amount of activity around me would.

Laurent:
And what if thinking of you pushing yourself beyond reason keeps the rest of us awake?

Noire:
......

Laurent:
Have you eaten today, Noire?

Noire:
N-not yet, no.

Laurent:
This is unacceptable. Run along and eat.

Noire:
I don't really... I'm not hungry.

Laurent:
Caloric intake is critical for success in all areas of life. ...Unless this lack of appetite is a symptom of some ailment you've contracted?

Noire:
Laurent, I'm fine, okay? I. Feel. Fine.

Laurent:
Maintaining energy levels is critical, and yet you leave food uneaten at every meal. This cannot continue. It's the duty of every soldier to clean his or her plate.

Noire:
Look, would you... Can you just... ...Fine. I'll eat more.

A Support

Laurent:
Noire, might I have a moment?

Noire:
What? Why? What did I do now?

Laurent:
I fear it's what you haven't done. I haven't seen you maintaining your weapons of late. Are you caring for them properly?

Noire:
Er... I haven't really had the time this week.

Laurent:
Being busy is no excuse. Your own life and those of your allies depend on that equipment. I should think a cursory inspection every day is not too much to ask.

Noire:
...Anything else?

Laurent:
Weapon maintenance really must be done by the one wielding the equipment. You alone have a complete grasp of its characteristics and idiosyncrasies. Now then, when examining a weapon, it behooves the user to first grasp it...

Noire:
...... ...up.

Laurent:
What was that? Speak up, please.

Noire:
...Shut up.

Laurent:
I beg your pardon? It sounded as if—

Noire:
STILL YOUR CHATTERING TONGUE, YOU BLITHERING IDIOT!

Laurent:
N-Noire?!

Noire:
Day after day after day you prattle on with your ceaseless picking of nits! If you are so haunted by doubts of my weapon's bite, we shall test it! On you! IF YOU WANT ME TO EAT, I SHALL FEAST UPON YOUR SOUL!

Laurent:
W-wait! L-let's not be hasty here, Noire! All I said, I said out of concern for you!

Noire:
BLOOD AND THUNDER! Your concern is unfounded, unsolicited, and most unwelcome! It takes more than drawing water and meager sustenance to lay low this vessel! I've no need for a nagging mother-in-law! IT WILL NOT STAND!

Laurent:
N-no, I'm not your... I never meant to... I'm... I'm sorry?

Noire:
Bwaaaaa ha ha ha ha ha! Yes! You are sorry now, aren't you, whelp?! YOUR CONTRITION IS SWEET AMBROSIA!

Laurent:
W-well, all right, then. I'll, uh... I'll be more careful in the future. Really, I... I meant...well. ...I'll just be going now.

Noire:
Ah! Oh, dear, I think I... I think I lost control again. Laurent must think me a monster! Oh, this is so embarrassing!

S Support

Noire:
I still feel terrible for exploding at Laurent like that. He was concerned for me, and I...

Laurent:
Erm, Noire?

Noire:
Eek! L-Laurent!

Laurent:
I'm sorry, but... It seems I couldn't help but come by and check up on you again. I know it's an unwelcome intrusion. You've made that very clear...

Noire:
Laurent, I'm sorry for...all the yelling. You were only speaking out of concern, and I turned into a screaming terror.

Laurent:
No, you had every right. And I regret the constant pestering I subjected you to. I will strive to listen in the future, rather than simply run my own mouth. I was merely surprised. I'd not thought it possible for you to be so...upset.

Noire:
Ugh, please, don't remind me... That was me, but it wasn't really me, if that makes any sense.

Laurent:
I don't think I've ever been tongue-lashed quite so thoroughly before. And in truth... It had my heart racing. I was agog at seeing you true for the first time. I nearly fell right then and there!

Noire:
Fell...over?

Laurent:
In love. I nearly fell in love with you, Noire.

Noire:
Oh, well that makes... Wait—what?! Because I flew into a blind rage?!

Laurent:
I live to see you channel that fire again! Preferably when it's just us two! If there was ever anything I did that met with your displeasure, you must get angry! E-even if there isn't anything, become angry anyway! Rage! Rage against the world! Just please let me be the one you show when your true self spills forth!

Noire:
...I-I don't know what to say right now. I really do appreciate all your advice... And I...do have feelings for you, too...

Laurent:
Then will you be my very own smouldering volcano of pitch-dark vitriol?!

Noire:
Er... It's not something I can just switch on at will, you know?

Laurent:
Regrettable, but hardly insurmountable. I'll simply stay at your side at all times and await the next eruption.

Noire:
...Laurent? Why are you so keen on getting yelled at?

Laurent:
I do not have an explanation that makes any manner of logical sense. But when I felt the full force of your feelings crash against me, it set my heart ablaze! Hearing you expose my flaws and deride me made me happier than I have ever been.

Noire:
And here I thought I was the odd one... Um, look. Are you sure about this?

Laurent:
Indubitably! I love you for who you are, Noire... Both of you! Sublime in your dual perfection. Oh, the anticipation of another passionate paroxysm is almost too much to bear...

Noire:
I still feel like something about this is just a little bit...off. But if this is what you want, then, um...okay. I guess I'll...make it work. I, um, look forward to watching our love blossom over the years, Laurent.

Laurent:
Could you try saying that just a bit more forcefully? ...Perhaps insult me a little?

Noire:
Oh dear...this is going to take some getting used to...