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.
“Perhaps once this draft of this book tis done, I shalt allow thee to read it first, yes? But of course, the drafts always differ from the final product. Like silken threads weaved into an elaborate dress~”