Tobin & Kliff

C Support

Tobin: Hey, look who’s here!

Kliff: What do you want, Tobin? Don’t talk to me unless you need something.

Tobin: Wow! What crawled up your armor? You know, you’ve been testier than usual lately. Did I do something wrong?

Kliff: Nope. You’re imagining it. Now how about we get back to fighting and forget all this small talk?

Tobin: What? …Hey! Come on, Kliff, would you just… *sigh*

B Support

Tobin: Hey, Kliff. What’s new?

Kliff: Are you kidding? I thought I told you—

Tobin: Yeah, yeah. No small talk. Guess I forgot.

Kliff: Or else you’re doing it on purpose to get under my skin.

Tobin: Heh heh.

Kliff: I really can’t stand when you do that.

Tobin: Yeesh. Do you want to talk about it? Maybe need a hug?

A Support

Kliff: Tobin.

Tobin: By the Mother! Did you actually just start a conversation?

Kliff: You were going to approach me anyway. …Don’t ask me why. I thought treating you like dirt would have inspired you to give me space.

Tobin: Aw, you don’t treat me like dirt! Look, you like to vent, I get it.

Kliff: How can you be so NICE? I try to be nice, but other people just make me crazy. And when you let me take it out on you, I feel even worse.

Tobin: So what? That’s normal. You’re my friend—I don’t care if you give me guff once in a while.

Kliff: Really?

Tobin: Sure! Plus I’m not so nice— there are lots of things that tick me off. I just choose to let ’em slide. …Except maybe when Alm or Gray show me up. I can’t stand that.

Kliff: Well, they ARE much better at fighting than you.

Tobin: Hey!

Kliff: Heh. Sorry. Couldn’t resist.