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TaoRen! Two more until the 100th Frappuchino!
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When Venti didn't call Art on Thursday, he didn't think anything of it. He knew Venti probably worked in the library during the day and the Frappuchinos that evening, but when all he could reach was Venti's voicemail the next consecutive days, he started to worry.
Driving over to Venti's apartment unannounced wasn't a major faux pas--they'd been going out for almost half a year now, and the occasional dropping in uninvited was not uncommon for either one. What was uncommon was not talking to one another for more than a day.
Had something happened to Venti? He doubted that, so what could have caused the drop of communication? Could something have happened to Venti's mother? His brother? What if something did happen to Venti? A lump formed in his throat, and he forced himself to slow down rather than allow fear to cause an accident, though he did wince as his tired screeched from taking the right turn a bit too fast into the apartment complex. He found a spot open for visitors, then jogged over to Venti apartment, which was built for open air access. No hallways to be found here. He knocked on the door, and waited. A minute passed by, then he knocked again. Finally, the door opened, and Venti leaned into the doorway, gripping the top as managed a grin. "Hey."
"Hey yourself," Art said, staring up at the jackal. His eyes were more red than ever. He'd never seen them bloodshot at all. "Have you been drinking?" He couldn't smell any alcohol on Venti's breath, but...
Venti shook his head. "No, I just..." He moved to the side, gesturing into the apartment. "Come on in."
Art looked around. The place was spotless as usual. Nothing out of place, except for Venti's bloodshot eyes. He turned around and placed his paws on Venti's hips, and was grateful when Venti pulled him into a gentle hug. "Why haven't you called me?" And he knew the answer before Venti could say anything. "The magazine."
"I just started feeling more and more depressed. I couldn't help it."
Art could only think of one response. "I love you."
Venti grinned weakly. "Thank you."
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TaoRen! Two more until the 100th Frappuchino!***
When Venti didn't call Art on Thursday, he didn't think anything of it. He knew Venti probably worked in the library during the day and the Frappuchinos that evening, but when all he could reach was Venti's voicemail the next consecutive days, he started to worry.
Driving over to Venti's apartment unannounced wasn't a major faux pas--they'd been going out for almost half a year now, and the occasional dropping in uninvited was not uncommon for either one. What was uncommon was not talking to one another for more than a day.
Had something happened to Venti? He doubted that, so what could have caused the drop of communication? Could something have happened to Venti's mother? His brother? What if something did happen to Venti? A lump formed in his throat, and he forced himself to slow down rather than allow fear to cause an accident, though he did wince as his tired screeched from taking the right turn a bit too fast into the apartment complex. He found a spot open for visitors, then jogged over to Venti apartment, which was built for open air access. No hallways to be found here. He knocked on the door, and waited. A minute passed by, then he knocked again. Finally, the door opened, and Venti leaned into the doorway, gripping the top as managed a grin. "Hey."
"Hey yourself," Art said, staring up at the jackal. His eyes were more red than ever. He'd never seen them bloodshot at all. "Have you been drinking?" He couldn't smell any alcohol on Venti's breath, but...
Venti shook his head. "No, I just..." He moved to the side, gesturing into the apartment. "Come on in."
Art looked around. The place was spotless as usual. Nothing out of place, except for Venti's bloodshot eyes. He turned around and placed his paws on Venti's hips, and was grateful when Venti pulled him into a gentle hug. "Why haven't you called me?" And he knew the answer before Venti could say anything. "The magazine."
"I just started feeling more and more depressed. I couldn't help it."
Art could only think of one response. "I love you."
Venti grinned weakly. "Thank you."
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Species Dog (Other)
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Don't change a thing. It really has this Andy Warhol feel going on; a combination of vivid, posterized colors and graphic illustration based upon idealized renderings all combined with a sensation of the texture of the media itself to transcend the materials.
Honestly, one of the best pop-art influenced furry art pieces I have seen in all too long a time. That's a winner for sure.
If it is large scale I would even say you should enter it in this year's Anthrocon art contest.
Honestly, one of the best pop-art influenced furry art pieces I have seen in all too long a time. That's a winner for sure.
If it is large scale I would even say you should enter it in this year's Anthrocon art contest.
Simply the best art/story combo's in the series yet. 2 left till triple digits! Oh lord and I've been around for every debut! It's amazing looking back and seeing the story so far as a whole, the characters have evolved through each situation gracefully. Great job Taoren! And simply a stunning job so far Greg! +fav!
Hey, thanks for taking my advice, I think! This is gripping. Also the art was very appropriate for the story, and you're drawing me in more and more.
I feel anxious for the hundredth one, mostly because of the expectations for the art, and everything kind of coming up to this key point of your achievements. I hope I can pull it off with justice.
I feel anxious for the hundredth one, mostly because of the expectations for the art, and everything kind of coming up to this key point of your achievements. I hope I can pull it off with justice.
Oh wow... Geeze, thanks. I'm no writer, but the entire setting... Just, wow, it was very dramatic and subtle.
Subtlety often trumps over-exaggeration, and I was a bit hesitant to tell you I noticed the change. Thanks dude... I really appreciate that you value my word.
Subtlety often trumps over-exaggeration, and I was a bit hesitant to tell you I noticed the change. Thanks dude... I really appreciate that you value my word.
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