"So we've been going out for three months," Venti said while picking at his plate, glancing around at the diners at a very upscale steakhouse.

"Uh oh," Art said, leaning forward. "Is this where you drop the bad news on me?"

"No! It's our three month anniversary. I just want to be a bit mushy is all, and maybe figure out where we're going."

"Most likely we're going straight to your apartment and make out like rabid weasels."

Venti couldn't help but snicker, shaking his head in an effort to compose himself. "I thought I was the sexual harasser here, not you."

"What can I say, I've learned from the best," Art said as he sliced a piece of steak and put it in his muzzle, chewing thoughtfully.

"Anyway!" Venti held up his glass of water. "It's been a good three months with you, Art. Here's to three more months, and three more after that."

"Planning some short term goals, are we?" Art raised his soda and clinked the glass against Venti's.

"I do have one long term goal in mind, but it's a simple one, though it would mean a big change of lifestyle."

"Yes, Venti, I'd love to move in with you in nine months."

Venti hesitated, staring at Art for a few seconds before sipping his water. "You know me way too well, kiddo," he growled softly.

"My lease is up in six months. You think you want to push the plan ahead a bit?"

"Maybe, unless a lion can't get out of my head."

"I'm surprised I'm not tired from running around in your thoughts all day long."

"Love'll do that to a guy, you know."

Art grinned toothily, nodding. "Yeah, but you have more stamina than I do. You don't even look out of breath from running in my thoughts all day."

Venti grinned, shrugging his broad shoulders slightly. "Well, I do work out."

"Really? I had no idea. I thought you were just flexing fat all this time."

"Just for that, I'm going to be on top and show you just how fat I am."

Art winked at Venti, sipping his soda before replying, "Dirty talk already? Kinky devil."

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