"Now this," Felicia said, scooting her seat forward, "you gotta hear!"
Jethro was known for many things around the world. His Pokemon, his victories over several Leagues… but what not very many people knew…
Was the way he moved to a catchy tune.
Felicia first discovered this fact when they had gone shopping together for groceries.
The song started out fairly upbeat, and Felicia was busy looking at the list of things to get for the Gym. It wasn't long before she heard a sudden shuffle behind her. She whipped around, only to see Jethro looking right back at her.
"What was that?" she asked.
"What was what…?" Jethro asked quickly. "I didn't hear anything." He looked behind him, trying to see what she meant. Felicia raised an eyebrow, and then turned back to the cart. A few seconds later, she had managed to glance back, and out of the corner of her eye, she could see Jethro shuffling his feet to the beat of the music, keeping up with her. She whipped back and looked her boyfriend dead in the eyes. He looked back, eyes wide, cheeks red. He smiled sheepishly.
"Hiiiii…!" he said. Felicia snorted and shook her head.
"You dork," she muttered. Jethro smiled and walked next to her the rest of the grocery trip.
"So, anyway-" Jethro began.
"Oh, no!" Felicia interrupted. "I'm not done yet!"
"Ah, nuts," Jethro muttered. Frita snickered, and Steven continued to hide, occasionally peeking up from behind his limbs.
The one time that the musical theory of bodily persuasion was proved for a fact was when Felicia and Jethro were alone at his home for a few hours while his parents had gone out on an errand run. The two had helped his parents repair a shed for the Pokemon on the ranch, and Jethro had, at one point, decided to get a little playful and douse Felicia with the hose that they were drinking from. Felicia had gotten him back just as good, and his parents got in on it too. After his parents had dried off, they went into town to get more materials for the shed.
Felicia was drying off in the bathroom and putting on a dry set of clothes when she suddenly heard a song being turned up. Putting her hair in a towel, she walked out to see Jethro, already dried and changed, jamming out to a different upbeat pop song. She wasn't sure what exactly he was doing (and neither was he, to be honest), but it wasn't exactly dancing. It was just… coordinated body movements in time with the tempo. He was facing away from her at first, but when he turned around and saw her, he froze on the spot, one foot halfway off the ground. His face turned as red as the top part of a Poke Ball, and he slowly scooted out of the room, Felicia still laughing.
Frita snickered again, almost half snorting trying to keep it in. Eventually she gave up and flat out laughed, occasionally squeaking as she sucked in a breath in the middle. Steven finally stopped trying to hide, deciding that the attention had been satisfactorily drawn away from him. Jethro turned a deep red, scratching his nose as the women continued to laugh. He looked at Steven and grinned suddenly.
"You suppose it's their turn to have embarrassing stories told about them?" he asked mischievously. "I think it's only fair." Steven nodded, smiling mischievously.