Harold/Mozume C-S Supports

C RANK

HAROLD: Mozume, my friend. What are you doing here?

MOZUME: You're... 'Arold, right?

HAROLD: THat's right. I'm Harold of Nohr, the man who runs along the path of justice. Hm? This is a field, isn't it?

MOZUME: Yep. I've always been good at fieldwork... When I've got time, I come over to the field and check on the soil. You can't grow no crops without good soil.

HAROLD: Is that so...

MOZUME: You ever done farmwork before, 'Arold?

HAROLD: I did help an old farmer who was choking on bread once... but no.

MOZUME: Ahaha, really? It's bein' a soldier ain't nothin' bad either, but you can't get by without farmin'. Humans are animals too, so keepin' in touch with the earth helps you relax, and the veggies you grow yourself don't taste nothin' like the ones from the market.

HAROLD: Yes, I think I get what you  mean.

MOZUME: I've gotta work these fields hard if I want enough to feed everyone.
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B RANK

HAROLD: Mozume.

MOZUME: 'Arold! What is it?

HAROLD: I thought about what you said in my own way, trying to see if there was something I could do. My body might as well be made of steel itself. I shall use it to help you till.

MOZUME: Right, let's see what you can do, then. 'ere's your gear.

HAROLD: Alright, here I go. Hng! Hnghh!

MOZUME: You've got power, I'll give you that.

HAROLD: Hahaha, I know I do.

MOZUME: But, you're still a beginner.

HAROLD: Huh?

MOZUME: You gotta put your back into it. Like this.

HAROLD: Like this?

MOZUME: No, this.

HAROLD: Like this?

MOZUME: Yeah, that's good.

HAROLD: Hng!

MOZUME: Ooh, you're pretty good at this! You must 'ave a knack for this stuff if you can figure it out so quick.

HAROLD: Really? That's encouraging to hear. Hgn! Hgnhh! Hahaha, nice! This is pretty fun!
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A RANK

MOZUME: Bloody 'ell! Why's me field covered in poo!?

HAROLD: Mozume... Forgive me, my friend. This was all my fault.

MOZUME: Your fault? 'Ow so?

HAROLD: You see, I came here to plow the fields before you came over today. And then, a huge flock of wyverns flew over for some reason, and loosed their droppings upon me. It was all I could to to dodge them all... I was unable to protect the fields, and that's why they're like this...

MOZUME: Wow... but why would wyverns wanna poo on you?

HAROLD: I am often a victim of incomprehensible misfortune... With wyverns, either they try to poop on me, or bite me out of nowhere... This time, it was the former.

MOZUME: Good 'eavens, that is spooky.

HAROLD: It really is.

MOZUME: But, you don't need to be sorry. This actually works out for me.

HAROLD: Huh?

MOZUME: You might not know this, but wyvern manure's the best fertilizer there is.

HAROLD: The best fertilizer there is?

MOZUME: Yep. It enriches the soil so you can grow loadsa tasty crops. In places without wyverns, people will pay good money to get their hands on some wyvern manure.

HAROLD: R-really?

MOZUME: Yeah, so this is actually the perfect situation for us.

HAROLD: That's good... at least there was a silver lining to the clouds...

MOZUME: Right, I'll take it from 'ere. You can take relax now.

HAROLD: Okay. I'll just sit down... here.

MOZUME: No, that'd be wasteful. Take your break in the middle of the field.

HAROLD: Huh?

MOZUME: I'd like some more wyvern manure, for fertilizer.

HAROLD: Very well. I shall stand right here, like a scarecrow.

MOZUME: Cheers, mate.
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S RANK

MOZUME: 'Arold, what is it?

HAROLD: I wanted to plant this seed with you.

MOZUME: This one? I've never seen one like it before.

HAROLD: I don't just want to plant it, I want us to plant it together.

MOZUME: That's alright with me. Let's go to the field.

HAROLD: No, I can't have to accepting so simply. I want you to consider this more carefully before giving your approval.

MOZUME: Ahaha, you really are a novice. You don't need me approval to plant a seed, do you?

HAROLD: ...

MOZUME: 'Arold...?

HAROLD: This is the seed of a special plant, you see. As the saying goes, for a man and a woman to plant it together means for them to promise each other an eternity of happiness.

MOZUME: What?

HAROLD: Basically, it's a seed for engaged couples to plant together.

MOZUME: What? What are you saying? My 'ead's startin' to spin...

HAROLD: Sorry. I'll be direct. Mozume... I want you to marry me. Here, I even got a ring, too.

MOZUME: Marry you? But... But I...

HAROLD: I understand why you'd hesitate. I don't expect us to become husband and wife so quickly, but, just as a seed sprouts, grows up, and eventually bears fruit, I want the two of us to grow slowly together, into a new family.

MOZUME: A new family... That sounds wonderful. I don't 'ave a real family anymore... but if you'll do that for me, I'll gladly accept.

HAROLD: R-really!?

MOZUME: Yep, really. You've even got those brilliant powers, to boot.

HAROLD: What powers?

MOZUME: That mysterious power to loosen wyverns' bowels. Of course it's good for the fields, but it can fetch a decent price too. If we're ever short on dosh, we can sell wyvern manure for a living. We'll be set for life.

HAROLD: Hahaha. That sounds like it'll be fun. Thank you, Mozume. I shall lead you to a righteous happiness, I swear it.