"Just trust me, ____."
"No. I am NOT riding that thing. It's huge!"
"Why not? It'll be fun!"
"It'll rip me to shreds! Besides, you don't have any protection."
Cloud produced some from a drawer. "Yes, we do."
"I'm still not doing it."
"I don't need your consent, woman!"
"Actually, it's my body, so you do. And I say no."
"But why? I'll make sure it's really good." His eyes softened and he pouted adorably.
"Doing anything on that will not be good. It's just too big, Cloud!"
"Pleeeease?"
"Fine." You took the proffered gloves. "I'll ride the fucking chocobo."
