Transcribed for the seeing impaired
Panel 1:
Erik and Ciel are in front of a green tent holding freshly cut bars of soap. Erik's elbow folds into itself, allowing his forearm to perfectly align with his biceps as he gestures to the white void that lays before them.
"I think that character is trans." Erik says, pointing out the "young female artist"'s adam's apple.
"Oh yeah. Definitely." Says Ciel whose contorted face suggests he's in the midst of a Vietnam flashback.
Panel 2:
"And that character, did you see how she looked at her?" Erik asked, before eating his own hand.
"GAY" scream Ciel, the tourette-esque homophobia screeching forth with such force it caused his eyes to cross.
Panel 3:
"And that one!!" a horrified Erik remarks, aghast with this realization.
"He's Bi!" Yells Ciel, assuming (incorrectly) the character's gender and sexual identity.
"And that kid there!" Erik shouts, unblinking as the white void before them shows no characters or humanoid forms, but his screeching seatmate is undeterred.
"Genderfluid!" Ciel blindly guesses, unable to open his eyes and admit he sees naught but their own pointless existence in the ever-white void.
"All of them!!" Erik's eyes are wide, opened fully to the nothingness about to consume them.
"THEY'RE ALL QUEEER!!" Screams Ciel, refusing to even give names or descriptors to those he is making very personal assumptions about for fear Erik will know that he too can only see the nothingness that lies before them.
The End.
