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@kerfuffle.bsky.social Sep 30, 2026, 6:35 AM

No idea if this is going anywhere, but the interaction came to me in a vision. Sorry, Tai. #FFXIV #WoLianger #KerfuffleArt

"He does like men, you know."

Tai starts at the sound of Thancred's voice. The pages of his book snap back into focus, although he has no recollection of where he left off. Thancred smirks slightly where he stands at Tai's side.

"I'm sorry," he says mildly. "I must have missed something. Hello to you, too."

Thancred's smirk widens. He drops himself into an empty chair, takes a swig from his tankard, and nods toward the other side of the room. "Urianger, I mean." The man in question is engaged in some lively debate with Y'shtola and another Scion whose name has slipped Tai's mind. Tai had, perhaps, looked over once or twice, but did not see a need to interrupt.

Instead, he blinks at his own interruption, eyebrows raised. "Okay," he says. "Good to know?"

"He told me once over drinks, ages ago." Thancred continues, shrugging in feigned casualness. "Mind you, it's not a secret, if that is your concern. Said it simply does not come up often. Seemed like that might interest you."

"I can't imagine why," Tai lies flatly.

Thancred's chair creaks as the man leans forward and folds his arms on the table. Tai feels a knot of dread tighten in his belly. "While others might not notice," Thancred begins, "I couldn't help but observe that although you hold your book as though to read, your gaze is slightly raised. You haven't turned a page in five minutes. And, of course, there is a certain pathetic face you make whenever you stare at him for too long."

Tai tries to keep a straight face, but cannot help agitatedly flicking one ear. Yes, perhaps he had been distracted for a moment by the pale curve of Urianger's back where his robes cut enticingly low, and yes, he had noticed the fine gold chains that ran between Urianger's collar and pauldron to rest against his skin, and perhaps had imagined twisting them around his fingers and giving them a little tug—

He clears his throat and looks pointedly back down at his book. "I see nothing wrong with privately admiring a comrade's appearance," he replies primly.

Thancred chuckles quietly. "I would be the last to disagree, but I'm not sure if you're trying to convince me or yourself."

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