Awakening Supports/Stahl Brady(PC)
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C Support
Brady
Tea's ready.
It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You know, the expensive junk.
Stahl
Um...
Brady
Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation?
It's all set and ready to go--- just the way ya like it.
Stahl
Uh, Brady?
Brady
Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter!
Stahl
Oh, right. S-sorry... *sip*
...But, Brady?
Brady
Yeah?
Stahl
What did you mean, "just the way I like it"? I hardly ever drink tea.
Brady
Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime.
Stahl
I've had the odd cup here or there, but I don't recall ever having "teatime."
Brady
...WHAT?!
Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave detailed instructions!
Wait... Did she make it all up?
Stahl
Considering I don't even know what a "tea ritual" is, I'm guessing she did.
Brady
That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right about now!
Stahl
Er, what exactly did she tell you?
Brady
Oh, don't you worry. I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol' Ma!
You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer!
Brady
...Oh, and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.
Stahl
...When did my life get so weird?
B Support
Brady
Sorry about last time, old timer.
Stahl
What, the tea? Hardly something to apologize for.
I was happy for the chance to chat.
Brady
Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone.
Anyway, I brought my violin by way of apologizin'.
Stahl
...I'm sorry?
Brady
Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a violin performance.
Stahl
It... does?
Brady
What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does!
I gotta tickle the catgut for three songs, then do a backflip.
That's when you stand up and start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses.
...Er, at least, that's what Ma said.
Stahl
Brady, listen to me.
No one has ever apologized to me that way before. ...EVER.
Your mother's having fun with you again.
Brady
What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna---
Stahl
Brady, wait.
Brady
What?!
Stahl
As long as you're here, let's enjoy a nice chat and forget about Maribelle.
I'm almost thankful, really. If not for her japes, you'd probably never have come by.
Brady
Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy!
Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer...
It'd be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit.
Stahl
It's settled then! Pull up a seat...
A Support
Brady
And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says---
Stahl
Heh heh...
Brady
...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.
Stahl
I'm just glad we're able to talk like this, Brady.
I'll admit, I was a little shocked when I first saw you. You seemed a bit... scary.
Brady
Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary.
I guess if you don't like it, do a better job raising the real deal.
Stahl
What, you mean the Brady from this era?
Brady
Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exaclty.
Stahl
......
Brady, I...
Brady
Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity.
Unlike some of the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline.
We're two different cats, yeah? No hard feelings.
Once the real one's born, you can forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like.
Stahl
Brady, how can you say that after we've gotten so close?
You think I'd just cast you aside once my son is born? I would never do that.
You're my friend, Brady. ...And my son.
Brady
Pop, I... *sniff*
Aw, damn. I'd decided not to cry, and then ya go and say crap like that... *sniffle*
I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It does matter to me! Please don't forget me!
Just... remember that we were good pals once, yeah? Real chums.
Stahl
I could never forget you, Son.
I'll remember you till the day I die and love you as my future self would.
Brady
Okay, no more talk of dyin;.
If you go boots up before me, I'll douse your grave in more tea than ya can stand.
I'll play my violin and do a backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!
Stahl
Well then, it's settled. Guess your pop can't very well die now, can he?
