As the smashers ate, all sitting at a long white table, Ike watched Marth, his roommate. He ate like a bird, wiping his mouth after every few bites. Ike barely ate; he was so fascinated by the way Marth ate. So polite, so neatly…
SO girly. Marth glanced up and then looked back at his food, but then when he realized that the well built swordsman was staring again he looked up, "Is there a problem?"
Ike's face flushed and he said quietly, "Uh, no… sorry." Marth narrowed his sapphire eyes and then continued eating. Ike frowned and stabbed his steak.
I really don't think he's a boy.