Forde x Kyle
Support C
Kyle: Forde!
Forde: Oh hai, Kyle, how was your trip to the washroom?
Kyle: It went well, thank-you. Are you- you're colouring!
Forde: Wtf, this is a piece of charcoal not a crayon you dunce, I am sketching, not colouring!
Kyle: In the middle of the battle? What if, like, some pegasus knights materialize out of nowhere on that mountain over there and you don't notice and they attack you or something?
Forde: Jesus Christ simmer down! I'm just documenting the war- see, I think I got the angle of that spear and the horrible look of pain and agony on that grunt's face as he dies just right, don't you?
Kyle: Stage one: denial
Forde: Ooooh fine! Hiel Mon Furer! At your command!
Kyle: Ghaa you are so petty sometimes you know that?
Forde: If you don't like it then stop telling me what to do all the time! You're not my mother, Kyle!
Kyle: Stop fooling around! You are an idiot and wasting my time on you makes me an even bigger idiot!
Forde: What? Sorry, I wasn't listening, that shiny stuff over there was distracting me.
Kyle: Damn you! Come here, I'm gonna wump your ass!
Forde: Whoohoo yeah, go Kyle! I didn't know you were into that kinda thing!
Kyle: NOOOOES I'm a proper commander a swear I take good care of my weapons and horse and your weapons and your horse and the moral of the men, I don't sleep with men, I promise!
Forde: Kyle, I love you.
Kyle: I am a knight, I cannot fraternize with other men!
Forde: You really need to take yourself less seriously.
Kyle: And you need to take yourself MORE seriously.
Support B
Forde: YAAAAWN Oh jeez I'm tired.
Kyle: WTF stop falling asleep, we're in the middle of a battle!
Forde: Whaa~ it's your fault I didn't get any sleep last night, so take responsibility and stop ruining my nap!
Kyle: You have no sense of self-preservation, do you? What is wrong with you? You lack even the common sense of an infant, you know that?
Forde: Well, it's not like I haven't had a few spears up in me before, and I've survived thus far . . . you should try it sometime, heaven knows enough women like you, you should be able to get a man or two~
Kyle: OMG would you leave sex out of it? It has nothing to do with this.
Forde: Yeah, well, what if you grow old and uptight and all alone? I mean, you're sister Mia got knocked up by that nice Frelian boy but what about you? Is there a nice Frelian boy out there for you too somewhere? Did you think you were going to meet him in this war?
Kyle: That's not what I'm here for!
Forde: Riiight, don't even try to fool me into thinking you aren't interested in men! You've been eyeing guys in the change room ever since we were little! I remember you used to watch Aurane Water's butt in gym class. I always admired you for doing that right out in the open. It was cool.
Kyle: It was my duty as a member of the QSA not to feign from acts of homosexuality.
Forde: B-but you hadn't even hit puberty yet! You couldn't even be gay or straight!
Kyle: Well, it was expected of someone who was a future member of the QSA.
Forde: Wow, you've got an answer to everything! Kyle, I have to say this again: I love you.
Kyle: Fuck off!
Forde: Aw, he's blushing!
Kyle: GHAA
Support A
Kyle: * sigh *
Forde: Oh ho ho! Now look who's the one that was kept up all last night.
Kyle: Oh, Forde, yes, well, we all need something to do to stave off the boredom when someone else is killing all the enemies for you now don't we? Damn Seth . . . stop killing everything and let us have a turn. . .
Forde: Yeah, no kidding, 5 whole turns and we haven't moved an square . . .
Kyle: But even so, bringing a pack of crayolas and a pad of paper is kinda extreme. Some young impressionable idiot could start following your example. Like your brother! He looks up to you too much as it is. When did you start colouring anyway?
Forde: . . .
Kyle: Have you forgotten? Dunce!
Forde: . . . I started after my mother decided to become a transvestite and ran off with the weird man from Alabama.
Kyle: Oh?
Forde: When I was little, I won this little-mister beauty pageant . . .
Kyle: I remember that, I got second!
Forde: Well, she was far more pleased with the picture of the crown I won that I drew than with the actual real crown itself. I never understood why, until now – wax crayons and paper beats cheap dollar store plastic any day!
Kyle: Oh yeah, I remember your mom. She was some kind of uber naturalist or something and didn't let you guys near plastic.
Forde: I feel lucky- I was raised by her for long enough to inherit some semblance of her naturalistic morals but Franz, * shudder * Franz still uses plastic bags to carry his groceries!
Kyle: Oh, so that's why you have a "no plastic allowed" sigh on your door. I always admired that sign . . . Forde, I love you.
Forde: * gasp * Kyle! I didn't know you were gay too!
Kyle: Yes, you did!
Forde: Oh jeez don't make me think this hard! Let this conversation end, now!
Kyle: Fine, but Forde-
Forde: What?
Kyle: I mean it: I love you.
Forde: Yay!