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Eddie and Venti knew each other.
"So when I first saw Venti enter the nutrition store," Eddie said, slapping the jackal's shoulder and giving it a squeeze, "I said 'This is a guy I can look up to!' and I don't just say that 'cause he's two feet taller than me."
Eddie. Art's half-brother. The pain in the neck who thought that their sharing the same father gave the younger lion the right to pick on him when he grew larger than him. Eddie.
"Ever since I met your son, this kid's been nothing but great every time I go to pick up my protein powder," Venti said, grinning at Eddie with good humor. "He's always trying to sell me this horrible generic brand, though."
Venti. Art's boyfriend. The guy who was supposed to make Eddie feel small already knew his half-brother. And they liked each other. They liked each other well enough to be on a first name basis with each other!
"By the way, Missus Reynolds, this is a great chicken casserole."
Art's mother, a slender lioness with too much jewelry around her neck in Art's opinion, brought her fingers to her lips with a giggle. "That's my mother's recipe, handed down from her mother's. If you like, I can give it to you before you leave. And please, call me Dianne."
"That'd be great, Mis--I mean, Dianne."
Eddie and Venti knew each other.
"Art, you're quiet," Dianne said, tilting her head towards him. "Is there anything wrong?"
"No, I'm fine. Just listening to the conversations."
"Art was always the quiet one in the family," Dianne said to Venti. "He didn't say his first word until he was two."
"Yeah, I always have to watch what I say or else he might use them against me later on."
Eddie and Venti knew each other. Venti, the shoulder he could count on to help support him when he needed it. Venti, the jackal who he thought would be there during this time of need. This time where he needed to prove to Eddie that the sun didn't rise and fall with him.
Venti, the boyfriend who let him down and didn't know it.
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"So when I first saw Venti enter the nutrition store," Eddie said, slapping the jackal's shoulder and giving it a squeeze, "I said 'This is a guy I can look up to!' and I don't just say that 'cause he's two feet taller than me."
Eddie. Art's half-brother. The pain in the neck who thought that their sharing the same father gave the younger lion the right to pick on him when he grew larger than him. Eddie.
"Ever since I met your son, this kid's been nothing but great every time I go to pick up my protein powder," Venti said, grinning at Eddie with good humor. "He's always trying to sell me this horrible generic brand, though."
Venti. Art's boyfriend. The guy who was supposed to make Eddie feel small already knew his half-brother. And they liked each other. They liked each other well enough to be on a first name basis with each other!
"By the way, Missus Reynolds, this is a great chicken casserole."
Art's mother, a slender lioness with too much jewelry around her neck in Art's opinion, brought her fingers to her lips with a giggle. "That's my mother's recipe, handed down from her mother's. If you like, I can give it to you before you leave. And please, call me Dianne."
"That'd be great, Mis--I mean, Dianne."
Eddie and Venti knew each other.
"Art, you're quiet," Dianne said, tilting her head towards him. "Is there anything wrong?"
"No, I'm fine. Just listening to the conversations."
"Art was always the quiet one in the family," Dianne said to Venti. "He didn't say his first word until he was two."
"Yeah, I always have to watch what I say or else he might use them against me later on."
Eddie and Venti knew each other. Venti, the shoulder he could count on to help support him when he needed it. Venti, the jackal who he thought would be there during this time of need. This time where he needed to prove to Eddie that the sun didn't rise and fall with him.
Venti, the boyfriend who let him down and didn't know it.
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Category Story / All
Species Lion
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Well, its not his fault that Art and Eddie don't get along. Art built himself up a mental image of what was going to happen, and things didn't turn out that way. His rationalization... or rather, his -feeling- on the situation aren't objective, and if anything, he brought this disappointment on himself. Perhaps if he'd explained to Venti that he WANTED him to intimidate his brother? Communication, anyone?
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