Greetings. I was expecting a human samurai, but... I suppose a raccoon is just as good.
Oh, well, typically I am a human samurai. These accursed “magic anons” have temporarily turned me into… this.
I apologize that you must see me like this.
Being asexual instead of sexual is like being left-handed instead of right-handed. It’s not the way most people are, but it is no better or worse than being anything else. In a classroom with movable one-arm desks, a right-handed person can sit anywhere; a left-handed person can either sit in discomfort at a desk made for the right-handed or locate a left-handed desk and be as comfortable as everyone else. It takes a little more effort for the left-handed person to fit in, but that is because culture is dominated by the right-handed, not because a left-handed person is biologically inferior.
There is a big dance going on tonight!
Ah, well, I hope you have fun.
Hello Jack! *She smiles, floating before him and spinning* Do you like my dress?
*He looks up and down at her dress, then nods.* Yes. Quite nice.
What is the occasion?
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..
*He hears the swarm of bees coming and starts walking a tad bit faster, hoping to avoid a confrontation with the bees.*
*She smiles* Well, it is a pleasure to meet you too, Jack.
*He scratches behind his head and starts to look around.* Um, if you do not mind me asking, Princess… Where is your kingdom?
