Fates Supports/Dwyer Asugi
C Support
Asugi: Damn...it...
Dwyer: Oh. Looks like I won this round. You all right though, Asugi?
Asugi: Y-yeah. I'm fine. Just...winded. And surprised. You're usually so lazy... I wasn't expecting you to be such a good fighter. What gives?
Dwyer: I'm better than I look, huh?
Asugi: Yeah, you are. But I'm gonna knock that smug look off you next time! C'mon, Naps! Time for round two!
Dwyer: Nah... I'm good. Too much work.
Asugi: Hey! You can't just quit while you're ahead like that!
Dwyer: I'm not quitting. I'm just, uh...quitting. Sorry. Too sleepy. Can't think.
Asugi: Grrr. Well, what if I offer you one of my special peach cobblers? They're amazing! Practically melt in your mouth.
Dwyer: Nah. I can bake my own sweets.
Asugi: F-fine! I'll let you off. But on one condition! You've gotta tell me how you got so good! I never see you doing any training. And... to be honest, you don't look that tough.
Dwyer: Eh. Yeah. You're right. This was probably just a fluke. Now, I think it's nap time. Later, sweet cheeks.
(Dwyer leaves)
Asugi: Urgh! That lazy old bindle-buncher! I've got to know what his secret is! Maybe if I follow him around for a bit, I can find out...
B Support
Dwyer: *yawn*
(Dwyer leaves)
Asugi: Perfect. He's just getting back from breakfast. Let's see what he does all day...
(Asugi leaves)
Dwyer: Aw, man. Breakfast really has me beat. Maybe I'll have myself a little lie-down.
Dwyer: *yawn*
(Dwyer leaves)
Asugi: Back already? He just left for lunch an hour ago.
(Asugi leaves)
Dwyer: Whoo. All that healing has me pooped. Time for an after-lunch napperino.
(Dwyer leaves)
Asugi: Uggghh...
(Asugi leaves)
Dwyer: *yawn*
(Dwyer leaves)
Asugi: C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon...
(Asugi leaves)
Dwyer: Well, dinner was nice. And for dessert... Aw, you guessed it, pillow! I love you too.
Asugi: Hey! Naps! What's the deal?!
Dwyer: What the—? Asugi?! How long have you been there?
Asugi: Since this morning!
Dwyer: Wh-why? Are you...trying to spy on my sleeping?
Asugi: Er— Not...really. I just want to know how you're such a good fighter! But you didn't even train! You barely even left your bed!
Dwyer: Course I didn't train. That's way too much effort. I'm no fool.
Asugi: Grrr. And how can you be so tired when you spend the entire day sleeping, anyway?
Dwyer: Eh...I dunno. I guess it's just how I feel. Sorry to disappoint.
Asugi: But...how...? How are you so good?
Dwyer: My old man sort of beat it into me back when I was younger. Guess I just never lost the instinct for it. I worked pretty hard back then. All there is to it, really.
Asugi: Well, I'm jealous. Not many people can live so lazily and maintain skills like yours.
Dwyer: Yeah. Life is cruel. So anyway, I need to get some shut-eye. Big day tomorrow. Just like today. So if you could just see yourself out...
(Dwyer leaves)
Asugi: Damn him... This might have been my worst recon mission yet...
A Support
Dwyer: Asugi...
Asugi: Yeah, Naps?
Dwyer: ...Why are we having a tea party? Thought you wanted a rematch.
Asugi: Bingo. And that's exactly what we're doing.
Dwyer: I'm pretty sure we're just eating pastries and drinking tea... Is this what the kids call rematches these days? Huh... That's new... Neat.
Asugi: Look, I gave up on trying to nab the secret to your fighting abilities. Wasting a whole day watching you sleep was enough. I'm not subjecting myself to more of that. Which is why I decided to have a different type of competition with you. I call it the... WHOSE-BAKED-SWEETS-ARE-BETTER SHOWDOWN!
Dwyer: ...Oh. OK.
Asugi: Heh. So now you understand?
Dwyer: Yep. I'd say this is your win.
Asugi: Huh?
Dwyer: I mean, your stuff is way better than mine. Check out these little bean fish things. What did you call them? Taiyaki? They're great. And these rice cakes...oh man. You're pretty amazing at this stuff, Asugi. Where'd you learn it all?
Asugi: Feh. I can't tell you that. Maybe if you spied on me, you could find out...
Dwyer: Eh... Nah. Too much effort...
Asugi: Ngh...
Dwyer: And, you know...I think this is probably more of a draw anyways.
Asugi: Wh-what?! But you said I won! You can't take that back!
Dwyer: Well, I didn't just bring sweets. I brewed some coffee as well. I don't know how you tasted it through all that sugar, but you seemed to like it a lot. You kept going on about how good it was. And isn't that your eighth cup?
Asugi: Hm...I suppose you've got a point.
Dwyer: So, how 'bout it. Do you know how to make coffee? Let's have another rematch.
Asugi: D-dammit! Enough! No! I'm not going to spy on you again to get your coffee-brewing secrets!
Dwyer: Well...you could always play fair. But if you really want to know, you can just ask.
Asugi: Really?! Then I'll take you up on that!
Dwyer: Yeah, no problem. It's pretty easy to do. Way easier than sparring, anyway. But I have one condition. You gotta teach me how to make that taiyaki stuff.
Asugi: I see... All right, Naps. You're on.
Dwyer: Sweet. Well, I'm full, so I'm gonna go lie down.
Asugi: Huh? So you're not going to teach me now?
Dwyer: Well, to quote a wise man, "I would prefer not to."
Asugi: You— You— Fine! I'll wait until you wake up! But you're teaching me as soon as you do! All right?!
Dwyer: Fiiiiiine. *yawn* *smack smack smack*
