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2017-03-18 03:43 am (UTC)
Francel de Haillenarte | Final Fantasy XIV
prompt b, st0308.
[it's not really the
thing he's ever considered doing for money — or at all really — but one way or another, francel is now
crossdressing to infiltrate a tea party.
perhaps you're going in with him, or maybe you've just been helping him get ready! either way, he steps out of a changing room wearing a skirt, a wig, and some heels... and he's... really... kind of
he clears his throat with a kind of deep coughing sound, and then speaks in a slightly breathier voice than usual:]
Well? Do you suppose I might fool a woman?
[it strikes francel as a dreadful waste of victuals, but who is he to stop an entire town from having a
? he sees where things are headed after the first thrown pie, and — with as much ishgardian dignity as he can muster — very smoothly grabs a plate of dessert and slips beneath the nearest table, planning to simply eat until everything is over.
as it turns out,
are beneath the same table; he brushes against you as he crawls underneath, and he murmurs something that might be
, sliding back in an attempt to give you as much space as possible. once settled, francel smiles apologetically and half-raises his plate of cake in a mock-"toast."]
My apologies — is there room for me here? My frame is ill-suited to hiding beneath tables, I know...
[he's 6'7" despite his baby face, so in all likelihood, it
a little cramped.]
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