festival Nyx-Foleo

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Foleo: Mother. Are you not hurt somewhere?
Nyx: No, I am fine.
Foleo: I am glad. I have been really looking forward to coming to this festival together. Once the battle is over let us visit the stalls together.
Nyx: ...Do you really not hate it?
Foleo: Hate what?
Nyx: Walking outside...with me.
Foleo: Of course I do not hate it. Why would you say something like that?
Nyx: Well...no matter how you look at it, even if we go out together we won't look like mother and child. The people who don't know about my circumstances will see you calling me mother and make thoughtless remarks won't they? So if you go out with me you might end up feeling hurt and...I cannot bear the thought of that.
Foleo: I will not get hurt by something like that. More than that I will actually be delighted that mother is with me.
Nyx: Foleo...
Foleo: Moreover, I shall return those words to you altogether...Doesn't mother hate walking with me? Having a son who purposely wears cute clothes...will surely end up inviting a lot of weird stares.
Nyx: !! What are you saying Foleo. There is absolutely no way I'd hate walking with you. And we'll just ignore anyone who gives us weird looks. So please don't talk about yourself like that again. You are my pride and joy Foleo.
Foleo: Thank you very much. I feel the same way mother. I am proud of you...I always want to be with you.
Nyx: ......Thank you Foleo. You have grown up to be so caring. I am very happy about that. I love you exactly the way you are.
Foleo: Yes. I too love mother just as she is.
Nyx: So, will you walk with from now on?
Foleo: Of course mother. We'll always, always be together.