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Welcome to Frappuchinos! Now Serving: Regret
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crux! Written at Further Confusion 2009!
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"I'm not so sure about this," Venti muttered to himself.
"You pose in front of hundreds of folks on a webcam, but you can't handle sitting for an art class?" Haavard grinned up at the jackal.
"It's different on the webcam."
Haavard's smile widened, exposing his teeth. "How so?"
"I don't have to look at people on the webcam. They're anonymous. Faceless, even."
"You sound nervous."
"Me? Never." Venti looked at his reflection in the mirror, adjusting the towel around his waist. "Couldn't they at least have found a robe in my size?"
"I don't think they have them in XXXXXXL, sir."
"Don't call me sir, Haavard. Venti. Call me Venti."
"Sorry, Venti."
The jackal sighed. "I'm nervous, I've never done this before, and add to that the fact I'm needing the money..."
Haavard ears perked up slightly. "You do? What about your job at Frappuchinos?"
"Damon and me are seeing each other."
"So?"
"On the sly."
"...oh."
"Not to mention that thanks to the economy, my hours are being cut down." Venti looked down at his feet. "So yeah, I need the money."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Venti."
"Don't be, it's not your fault, it's mine."
Haavard canted his head slightly. "How is it your fault?"
"I could've listened to my dad and gotten a degree in medicine, but instead I decided to join the workforce." Another sigh. "Maybe I'm suffering a midlife crisis."
Haavard moved up to the jackal, wrapping his arms around his waist and squeezing him tightly.
"What's this for?" Venti lightly placed a hand on the dog's back.
"You sound like you need it."
"I don't want your pity, dude."
"I'm not pitying you, Venti. I just want you to feel better about yourself. Regret over what's passed isn't good. Focus on the future."
"You're a pretty wise dude, Haavard."
"Thank you, sir."
"Venti."
"Sorry."
Venti slid his hand from the dog's back to ruffle him between the floppy ears. "I'll be alright."
"Are you sure?"
Venti nodded. "Yeah, let's do this." He grinned, turning towards the door. He then paused, looking over his broad shoulder. "Oh, and Haavard?"
Haavard arched an eyebrow. "Yes, Venti?"
"It's gold as well."
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crux! Written at Further Confusion 2009!* * *
"I'm not so sure about this," Venti muttered to himself.
"You pose in front of hundreds of folks on a webcam, but you can't handle sitting for an art class?" Haavard grinned up at the jackal.
"It's different on the webcam."
Haavard's smile widened, exposing his teeth. "How so?"
"I don't have to look at people on the webcam. They're anonymous. Faceless, even."
"You sound nervous."
"Me? Never." Venti looked at his reflection in the mirror, adjusting the towel around his waist. "Couldn't they at least have found a robe in my size?"
"I don't think they have them in XXXXXXL, sir."
"Don't call me sir, Haavard. Venti. Call me Venti."
"Sorry, Venti."
The jackal sighed. "I'm nervous, I've never done this before, and add to that the fact I'm needing the money..."
Haavard ears perked up slightly. "You do? What about your job at Frappuchinos?"
"Damon and me are seeing each other."
"So?"
"On the sly."
"...oh."
"Not to mention that thanks to the economy, my hours are being cut down." Venti looked down at his feet. "So yeah, I need the money."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Venti."
"Don't be, it's not your fault, it's mine."
Haavard canted his head slightly. "How is it your fault?"
"I could've listened to my dad and gotten a degree in medicine, but instead I decided to join the workforce." Another sigh. "Maybe I'm suffering a midlife crisis."
Haavard moved up to the jackal, wrapping his arms around his waist and squeezing him tightly.
"What's this for?" Venti lightly placed a hand on the dog's back.
"You sound like you need it."
"I don't want your pity, dude."
"I'm not pitying you, Venti. I just want you to feel better about yourself. Regret over what's passed isn't good. Focus on the future."
"You're a pretty wise dude, Haavard."
"Thank you, sir."
"Venti."
"Sorry."
Venti slid his hand from the dog's back to ruffle him between the floppy ears. "I'll be alright."
"Are you sure?"
Venti nodded. "Yeah, let's do this." He grinned, turning towards the door. He then paused, looking over his broad shoulder. "Oh, and Haavard?"
Haavard arched an eyebrow. "Yes, Venti?"
"It's gold as well."
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you know the economy is bad when a giant webstripper who works 2 jobs already needs to pose artistically for a community college art class (i assume its a CC sorry if it isn't Haarvard) i can only imagine their faces when he marches into the room, let alone when they start the activity
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