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Welcome to Frappuchinos! Now Serving: So-Called Purity
"Jackal purity must prevail," said the slender jackal at the counter, his dark fur highlighted with gold metallic tattoos along his left shoulder. Something tribal, maybe even hieroglyphic.
Venti had no idea, and didn't care. Here we go again, he thought as he struggled not to simply fold up the whip-thin member of his species. "So you keep on telling me, sir."
"It's good you acknowledge my authority, half breed."
Half breed? Where did he get off calling Venti a half breed? "Now wait just a minute, I'm not a half breed."
"Then you can trace your family's lineage to the ancient dynasties of the pharaoh kings?"
Venti stifled a growl, gritting his teeth behind pursed lips. "I never cared enough to--"
The jackal shook his head, smirking up at Venti. "As I expected. You are clearly not a pure jackal." He looked over Venti with clear disapproval at the size of his arms, his chest, and even his neck. "No jackal worthy of the name would want your freakish physique."
Oh, this is getting better and better by the second. Venti smiled warmly as he started making the ordered drink. "Good."
That made the slender jackal blink, the pierced eyebrows raising up. "Good?"
Now that he was caught off guard, Venti continued his reasoning. "It means I'm unique among jackals. I stand out in a crowd, and I bet I'd get more attention than you."
The other jackal frowned, lips pressing together. A nerve had definitely been struck. "Hurry up with my drink, half breed."
Venti did so, placing the cup on the bartop. "Here you are." He declined to call the customer sir; that much politeness he refused to give him.
The jackal took the cup, his lacquered nails glinting in the light. "No tip for a half breed barista."
Before the jackal left, Venti called out to him. "Oh, and sir?"
The slender jackal glanced over his shoulder, barely able to contain his irritation. "What? Make it quick."
Venti tapped the tip of his gold claw on his similarly colored nose. "My gold coloration isn't a dye job. It's natural."
The jackal's fuming expression as he left made Venti grin broadly.
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Venti had no idea, and didn't care. Here we go again, he thought as he struggled not to simply fold up the whip-thin member of his species. "So you keep on telling me, sir."
"It's good you acknowledge my authority, half breed."
Half breed? Where did he get off calling Venti a half breed? "Now wait just a minute, I'm not a half breed."
"Then you can trace your family's lineage to the ancient dynasties of the pharaoh kings?"
Venti stifled a growl, gritting his teeth behind pursed lips. "I never cared enough to--"
The jackal shook his head, smirking up at Venti. "As I expected. You are clearly not a pure jackal." He looked over Venti with clear disapproval at the size of his arms, his chest, and even his neck. "No jackal worthy of the name would want your freakish physique."
Oh, this is getting better and better by the second. Venti smiled warmly as he started making the ordered drink. "Good."
That made the slender jackal blink, the pierced eyebrows raising up. "Good?"
Now that he was caught off guard, Venti continued his reasoning. "It means I'm unique among jackals. I stand out in a crowd, and I bet I'd get more attention than you."
The other jackal frowned, lips pressing together. A nerve had definitely been struck. "Hurry up with my drink, half breed."
Venti did so, placing the cup on the bartop. "Here you are." He declined to call the customer sir; that much politeness he refused to give him.
The jackal took the cup, his lacquered nails glinting in the light. "No tip for a half breed barista."
Before the jackal left, Venti called out to him. "Oh, and sir?"
The slender jackal glanced over his shoulder, barely able to contain his irritation. "What? Make it quick."
Venti tapped the tip of his gold claw on his similarly colored nose. "My gold coloration isn't a dye job. It's natural."
The jackal's fuming expression as he left made Venti grin broadly.
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Category Story / All
Species Mammal (Other)
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 11 kB
This scene and how it went makes me think of how a second encounter might go between these two if they inadvertently ran into each other at a local "African fur history" day. Where Venti might get some timely help from my fursona during a similar conversation, (because he is quite aware of his and other African fur history.)
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