"Well I mean, theyāre stupid guys yeah." She huffed and pouted, annoyed at the fact that she had gotten more then a few comments with her playing with the guys, at least at firstā¦and sometimes still. "I think they forget half the time that Iām a girl now that theyāre used to me, and frankly, you havenāt seen me in my detectiveās outfit yet. Everyone mistakes me for a boy then, even if they hear my voice." Sheād been told she had a rather boyish voice too, though she supposed it was a bit more high pitched than would be expected. Perhaps they thought she was younger as well? "I think youāre the only one who can identify my gender just based on my voice."Ā
Clive couldn't help a quiet laugh at her pout, but, realizing that was probably rude (and not very gentlemanly at all), he very discretely passed it off as a cough. Whoa. Smooth. "Well, some people can be very stupid about sports." Clive wasn't one of those guys that were overly enthusiastic about soccer, but even he knew it was very strange for a girl to be playing the sport, or any sport really, with a bunch of boys. He wasn't sure he'd be thrilled to play against a girl himself. "I suppose your detective's outfit is men's clothes then, if everyone mistakes you for a boy? Does that make it easier to investigate?"














