Art by he who is  unknownwolf!

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"So how do I look?"

Art turned away from the DVD he was only vaguely engrossed in, pausing it to see Venti standing with arms folded across his chest in the doorway to the hall. He was also wearing nothing but a posing thong and red sunglasses. "You look huge and mostly naked, but you usually look this way when you're home or here."

"I love the low ceilings in this place, even if I have to flatten my ears."

"They'll probably stay that way if you move in with me."

"As if. We both know we'll move into a new place that can fit both of us."

"And by us you mean you."

Venti smiled. "I didn't want to sound selfish."

Art sprawled across his couch with his chin on the armrest. "So why did you ask for my opinion?"

"I wanted to see if you noticed what was new about me."

Art looked at Venti again, this time with a focus on what could possibly be new about Venti. The mohawk was the same, the build was the same. There were no tattoos on the jackal's frame, so if there was something new about Venti, Art didn't have a clue. "Sorry, babe, but I have no clue."

Venti flashed a toothy grin at Art. "It's my sunglasses. Got a new pair today while I was out."

Art sat up on his knees. "They look the same as the last pair you owned."

Venti nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! I loved the old pair, so why bother with a change in eyewear?"

Art rolled his eyes. "If you ever tried something new I'd be shocked."

Venti frowned. "I try new things all the time. I'm working in a library aren't I?"

"Not because you wanted to, though."

"I also tried out modeling."

"That one might count, I'll admit."

"That's right it counts." Venti did a victory pose, one arm flexed, the other angled towards the ceiling.

Art again rolled his eyes, his attentions already at the DVD, his finger on the PLAY button. "Will there ever be a time you don't pose as if you're on stage?"

Venti gave the question some thought. "I hope not."

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