FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Now Serving:

Nicknames and Football

"So are you going to put on a shirt anytime soon, son?" Venti's father asked.

"I was just about to do that, Dad," Venti said, "but I had to answer the door, remember?"

"I'm old, not senile. But you already answered the door and you're still shirtless."

Venti rolled his eyes. "Not one word out of you, Otis," he said, not looking at the otter, who was standing behind him.

"I wasn't going to say a word, Venti, I promise."

"I never could understand why you use that nickname, son."

"Can I tell you after I put on a shirt, or would you rather I expose my fabulously sculpted chest and abs to everyone?"

"Don't sass your old man, son. We all know your exhibitionist streak would love it if you could wear as little as possible."

Venti went to the bedroom and quickly put on a red tank top. While doing so he hear his brother emerge from the bathroom. "Hey, Otis!" his brother exclaimed, the happy tone in his voice making Venti wonder if his little sibling leapt into Otis' arms.

When he entered the living room, he was disappointed to see Ted was seated on the couch with Otis. "Now that I'm covering my fantastic chesticles to the world, the reason I like Venti is because I work at a coffee shop."

"I already knew you worked at a coffee shop, son. I still think you could do better."

"Your confidence in me is appreciated, Dad. Anyway, Venti is the largest size of drink for a certain competitor, and it means twenty. You know, the same number as my birth weight."

"It's also your IQ," Ted said.

"It's also how many seconds you have before I toss you out of my apartment, little brother."

"You're not tossing anyone out of anything, son. Be good to your little brother."

"He started it, though!"

"Son, don't stoop down to your brother's immaturity. Remember how fabulous you look shirtless, and how Ted looks like a toothpick."

"Hey!" Ted exclaimed, then turned on Otis after the otter stifled a snort. "And who's side are you on, you water rat?"

"I'm on the side that'll let me keep on seeing you," Otis said.

Ted folded his arms and sunk down into the couch. "I don't know if I want to be seen in public with you, you traitor."

"Now, son, Otis seems like a fine Southern Gentleman," their father turned to Otis with an amused grin on his muzzle. "What part of the South are you from, Otis?"

"Louisiana, sir."

"Not as good as Alabama, but it'll do, son."

"Dad still lives for the Alabama versus Auburn college game," Venti said.

"It's more than just a football game," their father said, "it's bragging right for all year."

"Is this a Southern thing, Otis?" Ted asked. "Because I never could understand what these two are going on about."

"Definitely a Southern thing, Ted," Otis said. "Don't worry, you'll never understand it."