Fates Supports/Forrest Ignatius
C Support
Ignatius: Hmm...
Forrest: Um, Ignatius? Why are you staring at me?
Ignatius: Huh? Oh, sorry. I didn't realize I was staring. I was just admiring your hat. It goes really well with your shirt.
Forrest: Well, thanks! I made them both.
Ignatius: I've been thinking I could use a new look. People tell me I'm "unapproachable." I don't see why.
Forrest: Well, your face does look kind of intimidating, to be honest. You know...the expression you're making.
Ignatius: That's just it. I'm not making an expression. This is just how I look. Do you think some new clothes would help?
Forrest: Well...
Ignatius: Bah, forget I said anything.
Forrest: No, hear me out! I was going to say that I pretty much make only women's clothes. But I suppose I could try to make something that would look nice on you.
Ignatius: It's OK. I appreciate the offer, but I don't know what I was thinking. See you later, Forrest.
(Ignatius leaves)
Forrest: Hmm...
B Support
Forrest: Hey, Ignatius! Check it out!
Ignatius: Hello, Forrest. What is that?
Forrest: It's a blouse. I mean...shirt. It's a shirt.
Ignatius: I see. Well, it certainly appears to have been competently tailored.
Forrest: Is that all you have to say? I stayed up all night working on it.
Ignatius: I don't know what else to say. I'm sure it'll look good on you.
Forrest: Um, this shirt is actually for you, Ignatius.
Ignatius: That shirt...for me? Um...
Forrest: You said the other day that people were getting the wrong impression about you. So I thought something like this could help!
Ignatius: Yeah. I guess I wasn't expecting something so...floral.
Forrest: Oh. You know, I put a lot of work into this garment. The least you could do is try it on.
Ignatius: I'm sorry, Forrest, but I don't think I could ever wear that. So what's the point in trying it on?
Forrest: I see. Well, I did tell you that I didn't have much experience with men's clothing.
Ignatius: And I told you not to bother. Remember? Anyway, never mind. It's my fault. I never should have said anything.
Forrest: It's OK. I can still salvage the fabric and turn it into something I can wear. See you around, Ignatius.
(Forrest leaves)
Ignatius: Damn.
A Support
Ignatius: Hey, Forrest. Do you have a moment?
Forrest: Hey, Ignatius. Sure. What's going on?
Ignatius: I feel terrible about the other day. About the shirt. Do you still have it?
Forrest: Yes. I haven't done anything with it yet. But why?
Ignatius: Can I try it on?
Forrest: I thought it was too girly for you. Aren't you worried about your reputation?
Ignatius: People can think what they want. It hurts me that I rejected a friend like you who was just trying to help. So will you let me try the shirt on or not?
Forrest: Of course! I can't wait to see how my first men's shirt turned out!
Ignatius: Now I'm not saying I'm going to wear this shirt into battle or anything...
Forrest: Ha! Well, I didn't design it for battle anyway. It's more of an...après-battle shirt.
Ignatius: Right. I mean, I wouldn't want to distract anyone on the battlefield.
Forrest: Of course. So come on back to my tent and you can try it on. I actually made a few accessories to go with it!
Ignatius: Oh?
Forrest: Yeah, I made a hat and a...well, let's call it a kilt.
Ignatius: It's a skirt, isn't it?
Forrest: Yes. Yes, it is.
