Is He Gay or Just Flamboyant?

“You want to know what now?” Halo Vire looked at her dad with confusion. He had asked some wild things in the past, and this was far from the craziest, however it caught her seriously off guard. 

“I want to know what flag Quetzal is! I'm making flower bouquets for my friends and family and I just realized. I don't know if he is gay.” Vael chuckled, he had always assumed Quetzal was gay, everything about him screamed it, but he wasn’t about to be wrong and humiliate himself. 

No one could blame him for assuming Quetzal was of the male liking variety. Quetzal had a flamboyant look to him, much like Vaelen, though a good part of that was simply how his feathers were stylized. They ran down his back and to his tail like a sort of cape, his hair was long and often kept in a high ponytail, not that it did much for its length. This isn’t to mention the feather boots adorned on his feet and the feathers on his wrists that resembled gloves. 

However the most defining characteristic Vael knew of to assume Quetzal's sexuality, was his hobby of choice. The boy had a love for fencing, not a pointing trait by itself, but when combined with everything else and Quetzal’s answer as to why he loved the sport, it was almost painfully obvious.
“I enjoy the fluidity and dance-like qualities between two dueling partners that fence often brings out.” Was what Quetzal had told Vael. Which to him, was basically proof of which way Quetzal was leaning. That was until Halo Vire brought up a single point.
“He could just be flamboyant, you know.” Her voice was amused. Quetzal had never said anything to her, she had never asked. Maybe she should’ve but Halo Vire also figured that if he was gay leaning then he would tell her when he was ready. 

“Gay or just flamboyant, that seems to be the question.” Luka chimed in. Halo Vire’s other dad, and thus Quetzal’s other grandparent.
“That kid is totally gay, have you seen how he carries himself? It’s like a mini Halo Vire and she loves attention.” Javrik, Vire’s brother, commented on the matter. He was Quetzal’s uncle, which supposedly would give him an edge in deciding whether his nephew was gay or just flamboyant, but it was now the family’s main talking point. 

“While you are correct I like attention. I am flamboyant! So is dad! Maybe it's a genetic trait or something! We can't say for sure.” Vire laughed, she knew her family had a point. But it wouldn’t be in her nature to agree without fighting back at least a little bit on the matter, and she had made her own very good point. 

“Well if I’m being used as an example I have to point out.. I am gay. There is plenty of proof of this!” Vael motioned to Luka, his loving husband and the definitive proof of his own nature, which so happened to be mixed with an eccentric flare. The family turned to the last 2 faunids who had not yet spoken their piece on the matter, Prisma and Quetzal's cousin. While his cousin chimed in to not look at him for answers, Prisma had a much different take on the whole argument than everyone else. 

“Quetzal will be whoever he feels is right to be. Whether that's gay or just flamboyant, I’m going to love him either way. Besides, it's not any of our business!” She huffed, Prisma had a point. The family knew that. But they were too far down the rabbit hole of whether Quetzal was gay or just flamboyant to give up at this point. 

“I saw him give a flower to that Astraea fawn the other day, you know Coryo’s sister.” Vire smiled as she watched her family think of instances they had seen Quetzal doing something that proved their own points. A flower didn't mean much, she had raised her son to be a gentleman, but here and now it helped her win the debate. 

“Yeah? Well how do you explain the fact his fencing partners are all men?” Vael clapped back, though it was hardly irrefutable proof. Though it did bring up something Vire hadn’t put any thought into. All of his duel partners were male, and he did say he enjoyed the dance between duel partners. In the middle of their arguing and point giving they had not yet noticed the subject of their conversation standing in the doorway. Fencing mask under one arm and his sabre in the other, Quetzal watched on in amusement as his mother fought for him just being flamboyant, and the rest of his family, minus his cousin, fought for him being gay. He knew they would love him no matter what he told them. Technically, everyone was correct, not that he would mention a word. Quetzal would slip quietly to his room to shower while giggling to himself that neither side had thought about the fact he could’ve been and was both gay and flamboyant.