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For a moment, Nemu was caught off guard. The book was completely empty…?

It took her a moment for her brain to fully buffer up and realize what just happen; a small laugh leaving her lips.

“Oh, is this how you get inspiration for your books?” She asked. “Or are you just a sneaky author, making stories but never truly writing them down? Letting them run within your mind…”

         A finger to his lips and a quiet little ‘shhhhhhhhhh.’ is given all followed up but a wink.

       “Mine secrets are as such for good reason. They art mine to hold and hide. Writing tricks -- All the ones within mine mind and soul ~ I am sure thou can sympathize. Secrets deep within no one knows~”

      Now he takes another book that had been hiding somewhere on his person and hands it to her.

Ramunda couldn’t help but to wink; that knowing smile on his lips telling Gentaro everything he needed to know.

This project was in the works for a while now, and the other was always meant to be his model.

“A Queen is just what I need for this; and a Queen was my muse after all~!” He chirped, going to gently show off one of the gowns on the mannequin before them both.

“We’ll be starting off with this one; the one you’re wearing is simply a gift from me to you!⭐”

        Ah -- ?

  “Mine goodness which Queen had you been looking into in order to get such muse to make these, hmmm?”

          Of course Gentaro thought it had been some literal Queen of history or what have you - Perhaps one of a game or movie. Or even on of his books.           There was no way the Queen could have been him despite these all being so. Dead. On. His tastes...

“Yep!”

He pops the ‘p’ as he answers, winking as he grins despite the implications of the question. It’s not quite that simple, but it’s close enough, truly.

“Your clothes define you, so changing your style means it’s a different you~! Like how the me from before Fling Posse is different from the me now, and different from me in another style~! In faaaact, I betcha that you wouldn’t recognize me if I went all out in dressing up~!”

Though he says it lightheartedly and acts accordingly, he does wonder… no, it’s surely a certainty that he wouldn’t be recognized by anyone if he did that. It’s a mix of clothes and behavior that he excels in, so he’d be surprised if anyone could recognize him. He knows better than to actually test it out with his friends, though. It’d be an insult to his skill if they could, and it’d hurt if they couldn’t.

“Drag bars have toooons of people who have more experience in acting as queens than the dreamer king does, y’know~? So it’s totes not a bad place to start~! That’s also how you get your musings, riiiight? By experiencing a buncha different things~? So try this one too~!”

… Huh? His eyes widen, and even though he doubts that the book truly exists:

“Really? You’d let me read it first? I thought you’d… well, never mind ☆ I’d wuv wuv wuuuuuv to read it if you ever finish it~!”

     “Perhaps I t’would not recognize thee if thou truly went all out on dressing up. Perhaps I have even spoken to you unknowingly while thou WERE dressed in guise.”

      Gentaro could not help but to let out a small chuckle at the thought. Perhaps there had been a time where he had spoken to Ramuda and not known as such. What an interesting thought to ponder upon.

           . . .?

   “Ah... Drag bars? Are they really here in a society like this? As in, doth Chuuohku truly allow for such things? They are quite.... Close-minded, after all, yes? Perhaps, instead, mine musings shalt be found within you, yes?”

       A smile !

Send ‘Ship Bias’ and I will share up to 5 Ships I have a bias for for my muse!

Tis such an attic !.. attack. hello attic?

GenDice and I have no one to blame but mineself

HifuGen !!!!!!!

GenJyuto and it’s ALL COTTON’S fault finally someone to BLAME

Flingpoly / RamuGen !

‘‘Think he’ll meow for us if we offer him food for it?’‘

He wasn’t exactly a hard man to bribe after all, Dice pretty easy to convince with simple things.

No attempt at redirecting the conversation. No repeat of the original question. Can Ramuda, really and truly, hear the sound of the pen against paper?

“An identity is just like clothing, duuuuh!”

He says instead with a wide smile, giving Gentaro the grace of pretending to be oblivious.

“You gotta try on clothing to see if you like it! If you wanna change up styles, you can do that! The dreamer’s identity is just like that, but with extra steps for the hair, y'knoooow?”

Is it truly as tricky as Gentaro says it is? Ramuda thought it’s always been simple. But then again, perhaps the difference here is that Gentaro’s a liar and Ramuda’s an actor.

“And also the dreamer should go to the fairy tale version of a drag bar!”

Ramuda may be an oblivious leader because a tailor friend doesn’t exist in the story, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be a little silly!

      Gentaro stopped ‘writing’ in his little book, now giving thoughtful taps to his lips with said pen.

      “Clothing and identity.... Tis one thing to you? So if you were to change up that style of yours, your identity would as well? My my, what an interesting thought that doth be.”

       Gentaro closed his book and began to fan himself with it.

“Pffft -- Haha. A fairy tale version of a drag bar? Yes, yes... That can exist if we doth wish it. Fantasy gives lots of freedom for ones mind to create whatever they’d like, you see. From dragons, to little elves. To world domination to peaceful living -- What one writes, or thereof wishes to write of, is so very endless.”

       Now he’d look away for a moment, then back to Ramuda.

playlist:

Getting her attention drawn to him, Nemu blinked as she listened. She canted her head to the side, the woman blinked when she looked over the plain looking book.

“It looks… Rather elegant, really.” She muttered to herself, going to gently touch the cover; feeling the plain leather.

Was it leather, or was it fabric…? She couldn’t tell.

“One’s True Star… Could it be about someone finding out who they are? Like, a metaphor? Their… True star, their true self, is something they need to find?” Nemu sounded so confused as she spoke.

           “Such a good guess. Wonderful, lovely ~”      Gentaro would smile as he ran a finger down the front of the book.

“Perhaps that tis what this book doth hold inside. Perhaps that tis not. I am afraid not even I, the author, know what this book doth be about.”