Tharja and Ricken

(C Rank Support)

Ricken: Tharja, what are you doing here?

Tharja: I need a new tome.

Ricken: This is my secret service. No one else shall know where I get my tomes from.

Tharja: You're not special. I have my secrets too.

Ricken: Oh yeah? Well, my tomes have a hint of extra intelligence embodied on the pages.

Tharja: You're boring me with all of your nerdy talk.

Ricken: I don't recall your brain being the most AVERAGE around...

Tharja: You've got it all wrong. I am clever, wise, I wouldn't say I'm a GENIUS.

Ricken: Sadly, I'm not clever. *frowns*

Tharja: Ah, cheer up Ricken. You have much more cleverness in the army than lots of boneheads combined.

Ricken: ...Thank you. Gotta go now. Bye bye.

Tharja: *sigh*

(B Rank Support)

Ricken: I'm here! I'm here!

Tharja: W—What?! Why are you here...?

Ricken: You're going to teach me how to be more clever and wise.

Tharja: That really can't be replicated. It's more of a "over-time" thing. Best method anyway is time.

Ricken: Is this all it takes to be clever? A lost mind with lost thoughts in it?

Tharja: Which sounds like your mind right now.

Ricken: *takes notes* Aha aha. Good mentions.

Tharja: *facepalm*

Ricken: There. Okay. I'll incorporate this into my current lifestyle. *runs off*

Tharja: *groans* Why?

(A Rank Support)

Tharja: Hey Ricken. About the notes and such—

Ricken: Ah, Tharja. *sigh* What do you want?

Tharja: You're sighing!?

Ricken: Yep, whatever you say.

Tharja: What is wrong with you?

Ricken: Nothing, to be honest. Just being the clever handsome man I am. *smiles*

Tharja: No no no. Stop acting too wise.

Ricken: But it's fun! It's— *faints*

(Tharja smacks Ricken)

Ricken: Hhhh, sorry.

Tharja: You're back to normal?

Ricken: I sure am. Thank you Tharja. That slap snapped me out of it.

Tharja: No problem Ricken. Our delusions sure do get the better of us.

Ricken: Good for you to aid me. Goodday to you.

(Tharja waves)

(S Rank Support *cringe*)

Ricken: Tharja.

Tharja: Ricken. Want to speak.

Ricken: Sure.

Tharja: Okay..I—

Ricken: Let me show you something really quick.

(Ricken hides behind the door, then walks out)

Tharja: You have a robe. Looks like the one Robin has.

Ricken: I know you love Robin to death and all. I still wanted to ask you, will you marry me. *holds out ring*

(Tharja cannot resist but she didn't resist anyway)

Tharja: Thank you Ricken. Yes!

(They both hug)

Ricken: I invite you...to a picnic, with me.

Tharja: I can't wait.

(They both walk outside to a picnic and eat)