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Venti poked his head into the apartment. "Ted? Otis? You guys still here?" He waited to hear a confirmation, then walked into the apartment when the only reply was silence. "I guess they wisely decided not to wait for us."

"I don't blame them," Art said as he followed Venti inside. "They were probably afraid you'd come back pissed off and ready to chew someone's head off."

Venti grunted, then glared down at Art. "I've been good at keeping my temper lately."

Art nodded. "I know you have, and I'm proud of you for that, but it's not every day you find out your two dads have been best friends since forever?"

"Remind me to talk to Mom about that."

Art shook his head. "I'm not going to look forward to that conversation. Can you do it while I'm at work?"

"Speaking of work," Venti said as he sat down on the couch, which was sized perfectly for Art, but less so for someone of his size. It only groaned in protest for a second, and he was grateful yet again for a sturdy piece of furniture. "So you own the coffee shop?"

"According to my Dad, yes," Art said as he sat down next to Venti, snuggling up against his bulk.

"Does this mean I should look for another job?"

Art looked up at him. "I don't see why you should. You're a popular attraction there."

Venti shrugged, taking off his sunglasses and placing it on the end table. "Well, between the library work I do, the webcamming, and the coffee house, I might be able to afford letting go one of those jobs."

Art smirked. "I doubt you'd want to get rid of the webcamming. You love to show off."

Venti nodded. "This is a truth."

"And I've never heard you talk negatively about the library job."

Venti lazily waved a hand. "This is also true."

"In fact, the only job you've said negative things about is working at Cappuccinos."

Venti draped an arm around Art. "The hours suck."

Art rested his head against Venti's side. "The pay is lousy."

"The tips are nice, though."

"When we can get them."

"I might miss making those smoothies."

"You might miss drinking them too."

Venti looked up at the ceiling." Do you think people would accuse you of nepotism?"

Art shrugged. "Maybe, but you've been there the longest. You can always claim seniority." He reached up and placed a hand on Venti's chest. "I'm more worried about you taking orders from me."

Venti looked back at Art, a wide grin on his muzzle. "I would worry too much. You're always bossing me around to clean up the place."

Art chuckled, then lightly thumped the jackal's broad chest. "With limited to no results."

"Hey, so I like a little chaos now and then."

"Now and then? Is that a new definition for all the time?"

"It might be." The grin left Venti's muzzle. "So how can I help you with this incoming stress?"

"By making sure the apartment is cleaned up every once in a while?"

Venti rubbed his chin. "That may be a tall order, babe."

"Good thing I'm dating someone over nine feet tall. You can dust the ceiling while you're at it."

"See, you're already comfortable with bossing me around. The rest should be cake."