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| - (First conversation) Nowi: Tharja, you're so boingy! Tharja: ...What? Nowi: Didn't you hear me? I said you're boingy! Tharja: And what does that mean, exactly? ...Do I even want to hear this? Nowi: You know! Your figure! Like, your hips and your...other parts! Boingy! Tharja: Gods. Where do you learn such things? One moment I'm dealing with a simpering innocent, and the next... *sigh* Nowi: Sooo...can I see 'em? Your boingy bits, I mean… Tharja: Why are you even asking ME, anyway? There must be others with more *ahem* "boingy" bits than me. Nowi: Oh, no. I've checked out EVERYBODY in the whooole army, and you know what? You're the boingiest of them all. ...Trust me. Tharja: What an honor. Perhaps you should check again to be safe? Now go on. Run along. Nowi: FINE! If you're gonna be like t
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| - (First conversation) Nowi: Tharja, you're so boingy! Tharja: ...What? Nowi: Didn't you hear me? I said you're boingy! Tharja: And what does that mean, exactly? ...Do I even want to hear this? Nowi: You know! Your figure! Like, your hips and your...other parts! Boingy! Tharja: Gods. Where do you learn such things? One moment I'm dealing with a simpering innocent, and the next... *sigh* Nowi: Sooo...can I see 'em? Your boingy bits, I mean… Tharja: Why are you even asking ME, anyway? There must be others with more *ahem* "boingy" bits than me. Nowi: Oh, no. I've checked out EVERYBODY in the whooole army, and you know what? You're the boingiest of them all. ...Trust me. Tharja: What an honor. Perhaps you should check again to be safe? Now go on. Run along. Nowi: FINE! If you're gonna be like that, I will! CHROM! HEY, CHROM! Tharja said that I should ask you about her boingy— Tharja: WHAT?! Grr... Pipe down, or I'll hex you into next week! Nowi: But you just TOLD me to— Tharja: I changed my mind. No more asking anyone about boingy bits, you hear? Nowi: Boo. Will you at least tell me what your boingy bits feel like? Are they soft? Tharja: What is this all about? Why do you want to know? Nowi: Well, I head some of the men talking about your figure... And they said they bet your boingy bits are white as snow and soft as pillows. That sounds pretty nice to me! So I decided I had to see for myself. Tharja: Grrr... When I find out who these men are who've been talking about me... Well, let's just say there are bout to be some new toads hopping around camp... (Second conversation) Tharja: ...Hm? Did I just doze off in the middle of a battle? Curious. I must be even more tired than I thought. Still, it was a wonderful dream... Fancy showing up! Hee hee. Ooh, the fun we had… Nowi: Morning, sleepyhead! That was quite a snooze you had there! Tharja: What do you mean, quite a snooze? Why in the world didn't you wake me up? We're in the middle of a battle! Nowi: Hee hee! Because you looked like you needed the sleep, silly! ...Aaaaand it seemed like a good opportunity to get a closer look at your boingy bits. Tharja: Y-you WHAT?! Nowi: And you know what? "Boingy" doesn't even begin to do them justice! The way they make your clothes stretch! So smooth and— Tharja: Are you out of your tiny mind?! I hope you enjoyed it...because you're about to receive the hexing of your life! Nowi: Eeeek! No, don't! I'm sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry! I really am! You just looked so tired lately, I didn't want to wake you! I was worried, you know? But I stood watch over you the whole time, honest! I...I thought I was helping... *sob* Tharja: ...Urgh. How am I supposed to stay angry with that face? All right, all right... Fine. I accept your apology. Nowi: *Sniff* R-really...? Oh, yay! 'Cause you know what—you look sooo much better now! You were all super-pale before, and— Tharja: Enough! Ever heard the expression "quit while you're ahead"? Anyway, no more staring at people's...ugh..."boingy bits" while they're asleep. Understood? Nowi: You mean I should only stare at 'em while they're awake? Gotcha! Tharja: Grr... That's it. You ARE getting hexed!
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