Brain chemicals plus time, multiplied by the dysphoria co-efficient.
You'd pass better if you just dressed like people.
Look, if I'm not dressed like I'm gonna run up the side of a skyscraper, holding a technosword, during a rainy night, in order to kill a god, is life really worth living?
2a. Just wear a brand somewhere.
Nope. Earth symbols and brands and such aren't diegetic to how I want to present myself. I specifically want to look like I don't belong.
2b. That makes you stand out.
Fine. As long as I'm read as a girl who's not from here.
Why'd you climb halfway up Mount Hood?
Arch-nemesis at the top. Called him and asked me to meet halfway up for a thrilling sword fight cause I'm lazy and it's a compromise. (Seriously though, it was a hike with my wife and I was bitching bilingually going both up and down and it was very difficult to even make it that far.)
Can you play banjo?
Nope. I tried though, but the hand doing the strumming is the one that took the most damage from two strokes. Can't even keep a rhythm.
Your shoes aren't matching sometimes.
OH SHIT THANKS FOR POINTING THAT OUT
Kids these days don't even know what Final Fantasy is, really.
Don't care, it was super formative to my heart and I'm almost 40.