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“What is all this?”
“Oh, Quark must’ve heard about ….Wow, he really did his research.”
Quark’s is draped in flags in every color imaginable, including an actual rainbow. Julian approaches a blue-pink-violet banner and wraps it around himself.
“What do you think, Elim? Does it become me?”
Garak smirks as he takes Julian’s spare hand, pulling him into a kiss. “Why this one?”
“Each flag represents a different sexuality. This one’s mine.”
“Be careful, dearest. Quark will be back soon to sell it to you. Any mo—”
The Ferengi is there before Garak can finish, latinum signs in his eyes.