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Welcome to Frappuchinos! Now Serving: The 150th!
Since it's Saturday here, I thought I'd give you all the 150th Frappuchino.
Oh yes. Things are going to be very interesting for the final installments.
Art by
stagor55!
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"Pup? Ya look like yer miles away instead of here," Charles said.
"Huh? Oh. Sorry, Charles. I was thinking of...uh...stuff." Great, I'm going to lose it if I keep on dwelling on this, Venti thought. It wasn't as if he cared if Charles and Alexander were an item. He then noticed Max trying to get his attention. "Excuse me, Charles," Venti said, "but I think Max needs to tell me something what with the way he's doing that wild sign language."
Charles grinned amicably. "No problem, pup. I'll talk to you later."
Huh, that was easy, Venti thought.
"Hey Venti," Max said as Venti approached, "your dad called. He said he was in town and wanted to have dinner with you."
Venti wondered why no one told him his adoptive father was going to be in town. Not that it really mattered, he always did enjoy the hyena's company. "When did he call?"
"About ten minutes ago. I said I'd give you the message."
Venti looked at his cell. No messages. Maybe his father just assumed he would be at the gym. "Did he say where?"
"Yeah, the Gold Brick Cafe on the corner. About a five minute walk."
"Guess I'll just go over there. Thanks, Max."
The Gold Brick Cafe was one of those places with an outdoor lounge next to the sidewalk with gold umbrellas open and awaiting the hungry clientèle to sit. He didn't see his father outside, and a quick glance inside turned up nothing, so he decided to wait. As he passed by a table, he heard a voice call him by his real name.
"Hello, Reginald, or do you prefer Venti?"
The voice belonged to a large jackal, his fur the color of midnight.
"I...who're you? Do I know you?"
An eerie sensation crept down Venti's spine. It wasn't that the jackal looked even bigger than him--it was that he had a mohawk. A very familiar red mohawk. Had this man Venti's gold coloration, he could be an older version of him.
"No, but I'd know you even if you weren't on a magazine cover. My name's Samuel." The jackal smiled, offering his hand. "You're my son."
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Oh yes. Things are going to be very interesting for the final installments.
Art by
stagor55!* * *
"Pup? Ya look like yer miles away instead of here," Charles said.
"Huh? Oh. Sorry, Charles. I was thinking of...uh...stuff." Great, I'm going to lose it if I keep on dwelling on this, Venti thought. It wasn't as if he cared if Charles and Alexander were an item. He then noticed Max trying to get his attention. "Excuse me, Charles," Venti said, "but I think Max needs to tell me something what with the way he's doing that wild sign language."
Charles grinned amicably. "No problem, pup. I'll talk to you later."
Huh, that was easy, Venti thought.
"Hey Venti," Max said as Venti approached, "your dad called. He said he was in town and wanted to have dinner with you."
Venti wondered why no one told him his adoptive father was going to be in town. Not that it really mattered, he always did enjoy the hyena's company. "When did he call?"
"About ten minutes ago. I said I'd give you the message."
Venti looked at his cell. No messages. Maybe his father just assumed he would be at the gym. "Did he say where?"
"Yeah, the Gold Brick Cafe on the corner. About a five minute walk."
"Guess I'll just go over there. Thanks, Max."
The Gold Brick Cafe was one of those places with an outdoor lounge next to the sidewalk with gold umbrellas open and awaiting the hungry clientèle to sit. He didn't see his father outside, and a quick glance inside turned up nothing, so he decided to wait. As he passed by a table, he heard a voice call him by his real name.
"Hello, Reginald, or do you prefer Venti?"
The voice belonged to a large jackal, his fur the color of midnight.
"I...who're you? Do I know you?"
An eerie sensation crept down Venti's spine. It wasn't that the jackal looked even bigger than him--it was that he had a mohawk. A very familiar red mohawk. Had this man Venti's gold coloration, he could be an older version of him.
"No, but I'd know you even if you weren't on a magazine cover. My name's Samuel." The jackal smiled, offering his hand. "You're my son."
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Ok, I'm going to go get drunk now. A kitty can only handle so many twists before becoming jaded and dead to the fictional world... T_T
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Overreactions and lame attempts at humor on my part aside, WOW. Can't say I saw that one coming. o3o From the picture though, I was guessing it would be his brother or something, but apparently those jackals sure know how to intimidate time into being kind to them. XD
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Overreactions and lame attempts at humor on my part aside, WOW. Can't say I saw that one coming. o3o From the picture though, I was guessing it would be his brother or something, but apparently those jackals sure know how to intimidate time into being kind to them. XD
Wuhhhuhhhh?
congrates
*flabergasted*
he does look young enough to be his brother though...
I...i want to compliment you on the writing but i really cant form coherent words right now...woww. . this was the first twist to take me by TOTAl surprise in awhile, and yet now it seems so blatantly obvious, i mean what else should you expect when you are adopted and put yourself half naked on anything even semi famous...
congrates
*flabergasted*
he does look young enough to be his brother though...
I...i want to compliment you on the writing but i really cant form coherent words right now...woww. . this was the first twist to take me by TOTAl surprise in awhile, and yet now it seems so blatantly obvious, i mean what else should you expect when you are adopted and put yourself half naked on anything even semi famous...
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