"Do you have any sisters?" I asked as I folded the sheets for my bed. I had gotten used to his presence in my room, and it didn't bother me anymore when he popped out of nowhere and started following me around. I guess once you start talking to someone, it's hard to be so...what's the word? Defensive? Anyway, I feel less anxious when I see him.
"What do you mean?" He was studying the way I divided my blanket into thirds by folding the two ends together on top of the middle part.
"I mean, you always talk about your brothers. What about sisters?"
"Yes, of course." He shifted. I'm not sure how, or what that even means, but he...shifted. "I suppose you could call my brothers sisters, if you'd like. None of us have any gender. I just said brothers because that seems to be a more common way to refer to gender-neutral beings in your language."
I snorted. Typical male. Always thinks everything revolves around men, that the world way made for them. I told him this.
"I'm as female as I am male," he said. "And by the looks of your journal, it looks like you 'arbitrarily' chose to define me as male, too."
That bastard was right. Although to be fair, that's only because I thought he was a male at first. But did I think he was a male because we always refer to everyone as males, or because he more resembled one?
Or is he just fucking with me? I never know.
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