Awakening Supports/Inigo Gerome
C Support
Inigo:
Hey, Gerome. How's it going?
Gerome:
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Inigo:
What's with the silent treatment? Nothing? Not even a monosyllabic reply? Grunt once if you can hear me.
Gerome:
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Inigo:
Look, you're already hard enough to read thanks to that silly mask. The least you could do is respond when someone says hello.
Gerome:
No, it isn't.
Inigo:
What isn't?
Gerome:
It isn't the least I can do. The least I can do is nothing. And I've no intention of whiling away my valuable hours with a vapid male floozy.
Inigo:
Yowch. What did I ever do to you? Aside from that time I stepped on your wyvern's tail, which was SO an accident. Oh, wait. There's also the time I left all that butter in your tent. Did you get the butter scorpions cleared out yet? Those guys can be nasty. Wait, I know what this is about! You're mad because I voted you Most Likely to Go Bald at dinner last week.
Gerome:
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Inigo:
Not that either, eh? Hmm... Well, I'm fresh out of ideas.
Gerome:
I'm surprised to see you think at all. ...Now good-bye.
Inigo:
Hey, hey, whoa! Wait! Don't you think that's a little harsh? I haven't— Okay, then. See ya around, Gerome! Someday... Boy, that guy has NO sense of camaraderie. We're fighting a war here! You think he'd at least try to get along...
B Support
Inigo:
Heeey, Gerome! Roamin' Gerome! The paaale rider!
Gerome:
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Inigo:
I've got something to say to you, buddy!
Gerome:
I don't care.
Inigo:
Well, you may as well start walking, because I'm going to say it anyway: What's with the whole aloof bit, huh? Think you're too good for us?
Gerome:
I have no interest in fraternizing. ...Least of all with you.
Inigo:
Look, nobody's asking you to be a social butterfly like Lissa. But we're your allies, you know? You could at least try to be a little bit friendly! ...Even with me.
Gerome:
"Allies"? ...Do you expect me to rely on you in combat? To team up with you? Your only expertise is in flirting, and you still manage to fail spectacularly. I'll take my chances alone.
Inigo:
Argh! That does it, mister. You're coming with me!
Gerome:
I am most certainly— N-now see here! Unhand me!
Inigo:
Hope you didn't have any plans, 'cause if you did, they just got canceled!
Gerome:
Where are you taking me?!
Inigo:
Gerome, my friend? You and I are going to find some ladies!
Gerome:
WE ARE DOING NO SUCH THING!
Inigo:
Oh, yes we are! We're going to find some lovelies and be each other's wingman. Now stop moaning and start walking!
Gerome:
Fate stalks my every step, fool! I've not time for such lunacy!
Inigo:
Look, if you're afraid that I'll get all the girls, you can just say so. I mean, it's okay. Every party has a lonely guy stewing on the sidelines.
Gerome:
I fear nothing but the cold hand of death!
Inigo:
Great! Then let's get going! Okay, so the first thing you need is an opening line. Maybe something like... "Do you like tea? Because we like 'U'!" ...See, it's an alphabet joke. Girls love puns. It's a known fact.
Gerome:
Idiot! There is no "we" here, and I want no part of this!
Inigo:
Oh, wait! Or you could say... "Hey, baby. Ever ridden a wyvern before?" ...Oh, that's good. I may have to start riding wyverns so I can use that line.
Gerome:
Let go of me this instant!
Inigo:
Come on, gramps! Pick up the pace! Those ladies won't hit on themselves!
Gerome:
S-stop! Put me down! Put me dooooown!
A Support
Inigo:
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Gerome:
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Inigo:
"Ooh, Gerome! You're so mysterious!" "Your mask is sooo dreamy, Gerome!" You were supposed to be my wingman! Not my competition!
Gerome:
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Inigo:
...Say, Gerome?
Gerome:
...What is it?
Inigo:
Your mask is falling off there, buddy.
Gerome:
The strap is broken. A woman damaged it while she was...reaching for me.
Inigo:
And I suppose the same woman tore those holes in your clothes?
Gerome:
She did not want me to leave. She was...stronger than she looked. I've never been so manhandled.
Inigo:
I WANT TO BE MANHANDLED! This makes FOUR TIMES I've taken you out and had the ladies completely ignore me. How does this keep happening? Huh?!
Gerome:
I wish I knew. I find your flirtatious lifestyle to be utterly exhausting.
Inigo:
Oh, boo hoo! Poor you! Quit gloating.
Gerome:
I'm not gloating.
Inigo:
So says the guy who had a band of women sing love songs outside his tent last night. I bet you feel preeetty special.
Gerome:
Actually, I feel exhausted. They sang until dawn.
Inigo:
Why do girls always go for the jerks? Huh? Never a nice guy like me! Well, fine. You get your wish. I'm never going out with you again!
Gerome:
Thank the gods.
Inigo:
*Sniff*
Gerome:
Um...Inigo?
Inigo:
*Whimper* *sniff*
Gerome:
Are you...crying?
Inigo:
Shut up! You don't know what it's like! I try SO HARD, and then you come along with a mask and some muscles and...and... Waaaaaaaaaaaah!
Gerome:
Um... Come now, stop. Stop that. ...Stop crying this instant! This is making me very uncomfortable! Oh, for the love of... Fine. I'm sorry. There, all right? You're not a failure because you, uh... You taught me how to... Teamwork, yes? That was the point of all this? Well, you taught me teamwork.
Inigo:
*Sniff* ...I d-did?
Gerome:
You did. And now I owe you one. ...Or perhaps half of one.
Inigo:
You...you mean it? I mean...well...I guess as long as you learned something, it was worth it. Just don't go getting cocky on me, now! I'll get twice as many ladies as you next time!
Gerome:
Next...time?
Inigo:
Oh, yeah! So keep that schedule open!
Gerome:
Ha ha! ...Ha? ...Yeargh. And I thought keeping a wyvern content was difficult...
Inigo:
Mmm? You say something?
Gerome:
No. (Ah, well. At least he's feeling better now...)
