Awakening Supports/Panne Gaius

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C Support

Gaius:
*Sigh* One pot of honey, and that's it. This is barely going to last three days, and I just ate my last candied fig this morning...

Panne:
Gaius?

Gaius:
That you, Panne? What can I do you for?

Panne:
What are you doing here? I rarely see you man-spawn clambering on sheer cliffs.

Gaius:
I was collecting hon— Er, that is to say, I'm here on a...mission. Yeah, that's right. A very important and dangerous mission.

Panne:
Oh.

Gaius:
I can tell you're impressed, Whiskers. Don't try to hide it. You're thinking, "Crivens, this must be a brave and agile man, to be—"

Panne:
Your dexterity would be below average among the taguel. And do not call me Whiskers.

Gaius:
Below average, eh?

Panne:
I admit, when I saw you at a distance, I thought you might be one of my kin. Perhaps a particularly clumsy friend who managed to hide among these rocks. But it was a fool's hope.

Gaius:
Yikes. When you say that, I feel kind of bad for clambering around up here.

Panne:
It is all right. You did not know.

Gaius:
But uh, before you go...

Panne:
Yes?

Gaius:
...You know a good way of getting down from here?

Panne:
......

B Support

Gaius:
Heya, Whiskers. Thanks for getting me out of that tight spot the other day.

Panne:
I never imagined I would one day be forced to carry a human down a cliff. I hope the experience will not be repeated. I found it disagreeable and humiliating.

Gaius:
I thought we looked pretty dashing with me on your back. Like a Panne knight! ...You get it? See, instead of "pegasus," I said "Panne," so—

Panne:
I am not a beast of burden, idiot!

Gaius:
Crivens, you're a snippy one, aren't you? Maybe you need some sugar. Here, have one of my candied figs. It'll settle that temper of yours.

Panne:
I do not usually eat sweets.

Gaius:
No wonder you're always mopin' around. A berry tart keeps me whistling no matter how hard the going.

Panne:
Do these sweets of yours serve as emergency rations?

Gaius:
Any moment I'm not eating sugar is an emergency, Whiskers.

Panne:
*Nibble* ...Ah, yes, very sweet. In emergencies, we taguel sometimes eat a similar-tasting fruit. But it is even sweeter than this candied confection.

Gaius:
Sweeter than candy? Wh-what's it called? Where can I get it?! Ya gotta tell me, Whiskers!

Panne:
Are you that interested in our culture?

Gaius:
Oh, er...yeah! Of course. Absolutely obsessed, in fact! ...So this fruit of yours. Where can I find it?

Panne:
You're standing below a tree right now.

Gaius:
Wh-what?! A candy tree?! Mmmmuuurrrrgghhh... Now I just gotta climb my way... Wait, up THERE?!

Panne:
If you refer to the single, solitary tree at the very top of this cliff, then yes.

Gaius:
Well, crap.

Panne:
...... What are you doing, man-spawn? You know you can't get down again! ...... I won't help if you get stuck. You'll have to stay there for the rest of your days! ...... Gods take this half-wit. He's stuck again...

A Support

Panne:
Enough. Stop pestering me!

Gaius:
I'm sorry, Whiskers, I really am. But ever since you told me about that candy tree, I can't get it out of my head!

Panne:
It is not a candy tree—it is a fruit tree. And I'm tired of playing Panne knight!

Gaius:
Hey, you just said Panne kni—

Panne:
Are you listening to me?

Gaius:
Er, yes.

Panne:
Good. Anyway, you could at least pretend to be interested in the culture of my people. It would make me happier than you could possibly know.

Gaius:
Wait, you KNEW I was just after the fruit? You saw through my cunning sham?

Panne:
It was easy. You said as much when you were climbing toward the tree. You tend to talk to yourself a lot, man-spawn.

Gaius:
Yeah, but I was so far away! How did you hear me?

Panne:
Taguel ears are far more sensitive than your own.

Gaius:
Crivens... I wager you overhear all kinds of secrets.

Panne:
Not really. Our hearing is so sensitive, we pick up every little sound. Often the one thing we WANT to hear is drowned out by background clamor.

Gaius:
Interesting. Tell me something else I don't know about the taguel.

Panne:
Why? I've told you all there is to know about our sweet fruit tree.

Gaius:
No, not that. I mean, about how you live and your culture and all that. I'm interested, Whiskers. Really.

Panne:
You're not just saying this to place butter on me?

Gaius:
Actually, the saying is... You know what? Never mind.

S Support

Gaius:
Here, I've finished the ring. What do you think?

Panne:
Very good. You have captured the style of taguel ornamentation perfectly. You're quite skilled with your hands. Did you ever think of being a jeweler?

Gaius:
Hah! With your endorsement, I reckon I could make a go of it! Now tell me again about your high holy feast. How did that go again?

Panne:
Aren't you bored of discussing the taguel, Gaius? We've done little else for weeks.

Gaius:
Panne, you never bore me.

Panne:
Oh? Well, I am glad.

Gaius:
When you talk about your people, your whole face lights up. It's the exact opposite of that time you had to carry me down the cliff.

Panne:
I considered leaving you there. ...Or killing you.

Gaius:
Listen, Panne. I've been thinking that maybe we could spend more time together. See, among us man-spawn, a ring like this usually symbolizes a promise. And, if the lady does a man the honor of wearing it, then—

Panne:
Then I would be your property? Is that it? Do you wish to employ me as a pack mule to haul you to and fro your candy tree?

Gaius:
What? No, no. That's not why. The honest truth is... Well, it's... You see, the thing is...

Panne:
...... Gaius, I understand. And my answer is yes. I will wear your ring.

Gaius:
You will? Truly?! Oh, Panne, this is the sweetest day of my life!

Panne:
Coming from you, Gaius, that is high praise indeed.