(_ _ _ _) = translation / clarification
<< _ _ _ _ >> = dialogue
{_ _ _ _} = thought
<{_ _ _ _}> = foreign voice that is not the character's thought but feels it as his thought even if it is not
* _ _ _ _ * = onomatopoeia / word describing a sound
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R <{ but why not? }>
Me { because I don't like pants! }
I tell him as I try to adjust the pants so they don't bother me, which I fail...We had found a baby clothes shop, I've already aimed for some little dresses but Ruslan keeps offering me only shirts with pants or baby pajamas that I sincerely hate.
R <{ look, let's try to clear things up. What gender are you? }>Me { what kind of question is that? We don't have a gender }
When I said this Ruslan looked at me with confusion.Me { we are living representations of something that doesn't have a gender itself, so we ourselves don't have one. We wouldn't need to reproduce in the first place, but there are always the exceptions, which are the unions, the zontani gi with wings. They are able to reproduce asexually (ability to produce children without a mate or relationship in general) via their wings. Infact states, provinces and colonies in their primordial form resemble big living feathers, while cities and associations within that country are still feathers but much smaller. }
I finish my speech thinking that I have helped Ruslan understand, but apparently no, and now he looks at me with even more confusion.
Me { listen, let's make it like that, I'm a boy. Okay? }
R <{ okay }>
Me {but no pants! }
R <{ why? }>
Me { BECAUSE I DO NOT LIKE THEM! }
R <{ OK, OK, calm down. No pants I get it. }>
Me { long last! Years to make you understand... now will you give me that red dress again? }
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