“It’s too bad we never had to use it before now…” Bianca chimed up, frowning. “The weather has always been so nice when we’ve had to camp out that we’ve never needed it; do you boys still even remember how to set it up?” she continued. Cheren raised his eyebrow and turned to look at her as they walked.
“‘You boys?’” he asked. “You have to help us too you know, Bianca.” he continued. “I have no qualms with kicking you out in the rain if you don’t help us…” he said with a small laugh sarcastically, but David took it literally and shot him an angry glare.
“I do.” he said sharply. “You’d make a lady do manual labor out in the middle of the mountains in late autumn with a storm coming in, and then kick her out in the rain if she didn’t sufficiently enough? How chivalrous of you…” he continued. Bianca smiled and subtly brushed her hand up against David’s at his comment; David smiled back briefly, but Cheren interrupted, oblivious to their gestures.
“You’ve been letting Paula get to you with all her
‘Victorian etiquette’ bullshit now that she’s a Gardevoir, haven’t you?” he asked. “Pardon my pragmatism, but I think those conditions exemplify exactly the kind of situation where it’d be all-hands-on-deck. ‘Chivalry’ has no place out here.” he continued. “Ever since you two became an item, you’ve been getting more and more soft, David. Bianca used to do guy stuff with us when we were kids in Nuvema Town, remember? What’s next, you gonna start reading Cosmopolitan Clefairy and Vespiquen Vogue too?” he asked mockingly. David stared at him vacantly.
“Uh… yeah, Bianca used to do guy stuff with us as kids in Nuvema Town, Cheren, but the key words there are ‘as kids.’” he said carefully. “We used to sneak up behind you and yank your little Togepi tighty-whiteys up over your head when you weren’t looking back then too, but we grew up, Cheren; we’re 18-years-old now and adults. You and I aren’t little kids anymore and Bianca’s a grown woman. I guess if you want to still be a kid though, that’s fine; what do you say, Bianca? Want to go for an old grab-and-yank for old time’s sake?” he asked fiendishly. Bianca laughed in a deep tone but Cheren moved away nervously out of habit. David laughed too at his friend’s residual fear.
“Goddamn it, you
assholes, don’t!” Cheren said, quickly stepping out of their reach and putting his hands over his butt. “Fine,
Bianca can sit on her fat *** and eat bonbons while we fight with that stupid tent if it’ll make you feel like a big man; just don’t screw with my underwear…” he continued timidly. There was a kind of whine to his voice that made David and Bianca both crack up laughing.
“Well I think it’s very sweet of David, Cheren.” Bianca mused softly as they finished laughing. “It’s not about ‘gender roles’ or ‘division of work,’ it’s called ‘being polite to girls,’ and I appreciate it.” she continued. Cheren rolled his eyes and relaxed his stance.
“Of course you do; you’re not the one who’s going to have to fight with that tent…” he muttered, but they didn’t hear him.