Shanzira and Frederick: B Support.

I plop myself down in my tent and lie still for about an hour, then I try to draw. Hard work, though; my hands won't stop shaking.

I hear footsteps approaching my tent, and someone disturbs the flap. "Milady?"

I look up, recognizing that voice. "Hm? Oh, wow, Frederick, you didn't accidentally sneak up on me for once. What is it?" Am I in trouble? From the look on your face, I'd guess not. Okay. Looks like you just want to know something.

He steps inside and straightens out. It hits me right then that he's in my damn tent. DAMN IT, SHANZIRA, STOP DOING THIS TO YOURSELF. "I thought perhaps you might desire my assistance."

"W– with what? I have nothing to do right now but kill time." Kill time and hide that stupid lousy godsdamn blush on my face. Oh gods. Someone get him out. ROBIN! SAVE ME! Oh, wait, she wouldn't, she... Yeah, I pissed her off. SHIT.

Frederick averts his eyes from me, looking to the wall, but still facing me. "Then you might enjoy "killing time" with me?"

In a very painful (though involuntary) motion for my diaphragm, I mock a spit-take. I would've wrecked my sketchbook if I'd had water in my mouth. "Wh... Please clarify?"

"I had the notion of going into town with you and requisitioning supplies... At a relaxed pace, of course, so we might stop for lunch, perhaps?" His face, his face... It's like it bothers him to have to ditch the whole badass stern lieutenant shtick for even a moment. Either he is a DAMN good actor, or...

Stumbling, I try to test my hypothesis. "I– wha– Are you..." Okay, just start with his damn name. People like being called by their names. "Frederick, are you asking me on a date?"

Still avoiding my gaze, he nods his head. "Yes, milady. But if you are averse to the idea, we could instead–"

I interrupt him with a very important question. "So what will we get to eat?"

"I beg your pardon?" What, he's startled that I seem agreeable to this? Stop mirroring me.

I repeat myself at a slower pace, more clearly. "What kind of food will we eat for lunch?"

He stumbles, but recovers well. "I... I have heard of a restaurant skilled in the ways of pasta-making, if that interests you."

Ooh... I'm normally the type to shy away from love. Really. It really disturbs me that someone can effortlessly worm their way into my heart and then, if they choose to, wreak havoc on me. "You are... So tempting. Really. Not kidding. How'd you know pasta's my favorite? Don't answer that." Yes, he was about to answer. "This is just... I need a moment." I close my eyes, so as to shut him out.

I hear the clink of armor which suggest a bow. "Of course, milady. Would you have me leave, that you might think alone?"

My eyes bolt open. "No, gods, no! Just... Aw, wow." Let's face it, Shanz, you know your answer. "I'm not good at saying yes, am I? But umm, yeah, sure, I'll go." Okay, another important question to ask. "Should I wear anything special? I hate looking nice." Oh gods, do I. I know this is a tangent, but being caught in a nice outfit is extremely embarrassing to me. My therapist can speculate all she likes on the matter. (She's not the sort to speculate though.) ANYWAYS BACK ON TOPIC.

"No... If I might be bold, I daresay you are fair enough as is." Is that a blush? Holy shit, it is. I can't believe this.

I try to pull myself out of this, but I can't help it. The gravitational pull is too great. "Ngh... You can be... really charming when you want to be... Shall we leave right away?" I stand up, reenergized by this whole stupid embarrassing conversation.

He finally returns his gaze to me, apparently comforted some. "If that suits you."

I nod hesitantly. "All right, then, just let me grab my sketchbook." I bend over, pick it up, and collect my quill and inkwell. But there's one thing disturbing my mind– this feels waaaaay too good to be true.

I love the supports with Frederick. The A support is going to be fuuuuuunnnn to write, heh...
Edit: This support happens in Chapter Fourteen: Matters of the Heart.