She gently bites her lower lips as she sat up from the bed, resting her back on the bed’s headboard as she cradle a pillow in her arms and the phone on her right ear. She’s been constructing the question in her mind for now before speaking up. As soon as the male’s voice echoed on the other line, she sighs inaudibly.
❝ Yes it’s me, are you busy? Did I disturb you? well — my question is, do male’s really need to prove they’re dominant and manly, I mean in terms of masculinity? It’s confusing me, can’t both gender be equal? ❞
She stood up from the bed and walks out of the room with the phone still on her ears, she’s feeling thirsty and needed some refreshments as she waist for the male on the other line to answer her question.
The question wasn't something of expectation, and it takes him a moment of hesitation before he replies. A quiet drone of hum leaves his lips and he sits up upright, fingers running strokes through his hair in thought. His eyes roam distractedly from the windows and back to the pile of sheets on the bed side table.
❝ No, it's okay! I wasn't occupied or anything — Mm. I'd say no, but it's just that manliness is charming, I guess? It's what we like to hear, so it's why we act the way we do. It's nothing about equality, I mean, it has to do with stereotypes too. ❞
A quiet laugh slips, and he's absently tapping at his thigh as he speaks. He's not sure if he knows exactly what he's on about, so he halts further explanation, silently hoping he'd made enough sense for his words to unwind.


















