- Amaidesu's perspective -
'Did she just refer to me as a guy?' You think, as you examine yourself. Your hair is still in a guy cut, and will be like that for a long time to come, and the only clothes you have are boy clothes. Still barefoot, too.
Suddenly, a sharp pain hurls through your head, and you cower down, pressing a hand to your left ear. You can't hear a thing above the ringing as Ethan picks you up and rushes you inside of the building and into a room where the girl who made the jacket you're wearing is, and Ethan sets you down on a bed. A group of teen guys and one little boy atop one's shoulders look into the door way as the door closes. The girl pushes your left hand aside and shines a light onto your left side. She gently opens your ear to where she can see into it and pulls out a gold earring.
"His ears are perfectly clean, other than this earring. You said donkey? Gosh, they are the cleanest, softest, and fluffiest loafs of fur I've ever felt! I bet he's possibly wolf! Im sinking in the...." The girl goes on and on.
"Even though we don't have internet and such, we still manage to have one other girl, and she has to be an otaku..." Ethan mutters. "You okay?" As he lifts up your left ear to look at it.
You take a few steps back and rub your ear. "Perfectly fine" you respond, with a smile.
Nothing is too interesting about your ears, other than the fact they're donkey ears and they're as clean as a whistle. The outside is the same glossy black color your hair is, and the inside is a fluffy white.
You walk outside of the room to see the group of guys (and one lolita boy) waving you over towards a low table. You walk over and sit down, putting the hood over your head.