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[THERE IS A GIRL, AND THERE IS A BOY. AND THE GIRL IS HOLDING A DRESS. The dress looks like it'd be soft. . . and shimmers.]

I think it suits you.

(ooc: slowing down/gone-ish)

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. . . I don't.

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Why not? [LOOKS AT THE DRESS, THEN YOU, and has a thoughtful look.]

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. . .

It's a dress.

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I know it is.

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. . . so.

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You don't like dresses?

[looks down at the dress again >:]

I thought it was a nice color.

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[. . .]

... it's not the colour.

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I promise you won't look indecent.

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It's ... still a dress.

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I'm wearing a dress.

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[how best to explain this.]

... You're a girl.

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[laughs]

Yes, I know that too. You're a boy.

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I know that.

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You don't think it's okay for boys to wear dresses?

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I ... don't care if they do.

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Then you can!