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", "writing": "It had been a hot, balmy summer day- the type of day where ice cream melted into a sizzling pool of wasted potential the moment it left the shade, and kids risked a trip to the emergency room by daring each other to walk across black top while barefoot. The type of day where one Artisan P. Sunspot was almost happy to sit in the air conditioned hovel of his little cubicle at Dolphin Technologies. Almost.\n\nThat was before the twenty-two calls asking about the dolphin habitat at the local zoo, the eight calls looking for a 'good time', the fifteen calls wanting to know about the Dolphins game on T.V., the three calls trying to order a pizza, the ten calls asking about their competitors' operating system, four calls that were legit problems, ones that Arty actually managed to help with (three of which ended with the question \"Is it plugged in?) an hour lunch with Arkie and Spuk (forty-five minutes of which were spent with Arkie arguing with his reflection in a napkin holder) A hour an a half long call in which the caller wasn't even RUNNING a Dolphin OS and finally, one call where the bitterness boiled to a point that the fury bubbled over and the call turned into a volley of vicious insults that ended with an angry click on the other side of the line. It had been a bad day; made even worse by the sweltering heat outside and the three morons that cut the yumar off on the way home.\n\nThe sun had crested low in the sky, splattering the atmosphere with a plethora of colors, ranging from violent violets to creamy oranges which weaved in and out of the puffy white clouds over head. The yumar was not pleased in the slightest. He couldn't be bothered to take in the breath stealing sight above head, not when he was home an hour late, his mood torn to shreds, and his aches and pains and mental exhaustion were getting the better of him. There was only one thing he wanted now, more then anything in the world, and he was only a few feet away from it; the half eaten box of Krispy Kreame that he'd left on the counter before going to work this morning. Things would be better soon...he just had to get to that box.\n\nThe door opened with a creak, leading the feline into the darkened, quiet house. No scents of burnt cooking, or salad on fire, which lead Arty to believe that his life partner, love eternal; Vinci, wasn't home. To that end, Arty had to admit that a few minutes by himself to relieve the stress of the day wasn't such a bad idea. In the next few moments after he walked free of the door into the house however, he caught sight of the raccoon slowly padding down the stairs. They stared at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time and a bolt of terror suddenly rippled through Arty's heart. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Quietly, the raccoon meandered towards the living room couch, not uttering a word, knowing that the feline would follow. Like clockwork, Arty was at his side instantly, sitting there, looking at Vinci with wide, emerald eyes, filled with worry and wonder. What horrible news did his lover burden on his shoulders? Somewhere in Arty's mind, he knew no matter what Vinci had to say, it wouldn't be as bad as the day that he had- and no matter what horrible notion that was about to befall him, they could deal with it- together.\n\n\"Dear heart...\" Vinci began, his voice peppered with worry and strangled with his Greek accent. The yumar's speckled ears perked and felt a wordy burst of intellect beginning to bubble in his throat. He kept it down however, having promised to at least TRY and listen to his mate before he disagreed with....whatever it was Vinci was about to say. Vinci looked down a moment, fiddling with his paws before his wide gaze returned to the cheetah. Something was very, very wrong.\n\"Dear heart...I am thinking it is me who will tell you first.\" Vinci squeaked quietly, his tail giving a nervous flicker behind him.\n\"I am being told that...Krispy Kreme...the donut shop...they are having...eh...English world...money problems? They are closed...forever. I am sorry dear heart. I see it on the news today. Very bad problems. They are...ehh...bank ruptured?\" Vinci said quietly, looking away a moment, before glancing up at the yumar's shocked, horrified expression.\n\"It's...it's like some sort of nightmare...like some sort of bad M. Night Shyamalama movie that stars me.\" Arty mewed helplessly, feeling tears beginning to spring to his eyes. He had to hold them back though, perfection demanded it and he refused to give in to the horrors of the day. No, he wasn't going to cry. He was strong. He was perfect. He was Artisan P. Sunspot!\n\"I also...ate the rest of doughnuts in the kitchen...and the rest of the box.\" Vinci admitted quietly, closely watching Arty. The first tear that rolled down the yumar's cheek was a silent one, but what followed was a catastrophe of cracked will power and a sorrow that eclipsed Hally Berrie's after she'd preformed in Catwoman. In short- the yumar WAILED. He cried out so loudly that Vinci had to plug his ears with his paws, shying back slightly from the distressed feline. Vinci had imagined perhaps Arty would panic, or sputter out a few quick ramblings about how it was impossible and how he were going to do something about it, which would ultimately lead to the beginning of a zany adventure, but he never expected this! Watching his partner's face contort to true misery and regret made Vinci's heart ache and the little raccoon bit his lower lip. Nervously, he reached out and rested a paw on Arty's shoulder, offering a small squeeze of comfort.\n\n\"D, dear heart...Artisan...\"Vinci whispered quietly, while Arty's heart-wrenched sobs echoed throughout the neighborhood. Vinci gave a sigh.\n\"Dear heart, please don't...don't cry! It was just...it was just joke. You know...haha...I was...Err...I was having the kids?\" Vinci squeaked nervously. The effect was instant, the yumar's sorrowful wails ceased immediately and his eyes slowly narrowed, turning towards the raccoon with a hushed snarl that rumbled in his chest. Vinci felt a burst of panic trickle down his spine and he gave Arty a nervous smile.\n\"...Ha...ha?\" He asked with a whimper. The pounce from the cheetah proved that they were indeed the fastest cats in the entire world. It was sudden and vicious, pinning the raccoon to the couch in half a second, Vinci on his back, panting in absolute terror, while Arty straddled his hips, glaring down at the squirming male.\n\n\"Do, you, have, ANY idea what kind of DAY I've had?! Do you know what I've BEEN THROUGH!? Do you have ANY idea what I'm going to DO to you?! Arty hollered, his tail and fur frazzled while Vinci's eyes grew wide with horror. He wouldn't....he couldn't...but Artisan's paws were already moving, lifting high over his head while his fingers flexed and stretched and claws popped out, dark and sharp. Most cheetah's couldn't retract their claws, but Artisan was yumar and it was Vinci's curse. The little raccoon whimpered in terror, his heart beating so fast he was becoming scared it would leap out his throat. Artisan had never, ever been so mad in his entire life at his mate and he was about to let Vinci know it- he struck, and Vinci screamed.\n\n\"NO!! STOP! PLEASE!! ARTISAN!!!\" Vinci hollered, wiggling wildly underneath Arty's paws, while they raced up and down his belly, tickling him mercilessly. The coon's feet kicked and squirmed, trying to free himself from Arty's straddling hips, but it was no use. The bigger feline had an easy one hundred pounds over the foot shorter raccoon. He was stuck tight and helpless, kicking his feet while wildly trying to get away, giggling helplessly at the yumar's wicked assault.\n\"Bankrupt, huh?! Shut down forever, huh?! I'll show you, you little...!\" Arty laughed, dancing his fingers along his mate's tummy, scritching his claws along his sides, forcing ribbons of laughter from Vinci's lips.\n\"Please Arty!! Beanie said it'd be funny! I'm sorryyyyyyyyy!\" Vinci squealed amidst his shower of giggles, but the yumar showed no mercy. \nSoon the two of them were panting loudly, suckling down lungfuls of air. Arty was staring down at Vinci, who'd managed to grab the yumar's paws and hold them away from his vulnerable belly, leaving them almost nose to nose on the couch. For a moment, Arty frowned. His relief from the day was almost always Vinci, but at the moment, the raccoon was looking up at him with horrified eyes, as if he were scared the cheetah were actually going to strike him... Arty knew that look- the one of true fear...he hated that look.\n\nPassionate and impulsive as ever, Arty took it as a cue and leaned down, locking his lips with his partner's, sharing a feverish embrace that caught the raccoon off guard.\nFor the next few minutes, that's where they stayed, burning away the fears and stress, anxiety and turmoil of day to day life. They had become lost in each other's arms, remembering and rekindling a bond of trust and devotion, welcoming each other's touch and the warmth of their hearts beating together as one. Their chests pressed against each other while they shared no words, as none needed to be shared. They were together, now and forever, and that's the way they'd remain.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "It had been a hot, balmy summer day- the type of day where ice cream melted into a sizzling pool of wasted potential the moment it left the shade, and kids risked a trip to the emergency room by daring each other to walk across black top while barefoot. The type of day where one Artisan P. Sunspot was almost happy to sit in the air conditioned hovel of his little cubicle at Dolphin Technologies. Almost.

That was before the twenty-two calls asking about the dolphin habitat at the local zoo, the eight calls looking for a 'good time', the fifteen calls wanting to know about the Dolphins game on T.V., the three calls trying to order a pizza, the ten calls asking about their competitors' operating system, four calls that were legit problems, ones that Arty actually managed to help with (three of which ended with the question "Is it plugged in?) an hour lunch with Arkie and Spuk (forty-five minutes of which were spent with Arkie arguing with his reflection in a napkin holder) A hour an a half long call in which the caller wasn't even RUNNING a Dolphin OS and finally, one call where the bitterness boiled to a point that the fury bubbled over and the call turned into a volley of vicious insults that ended with an angry click on the other side of the line. It had been a bad day; made even worse by the sweltering heat outside and the three morons that cut the yumar off on the way home.

The sun had crested low in the sky, splattering the atmosphere with a plethora of colors, ranging from violent violets to creamy oranges which weaved in and out of the puffy white clouds over head. The yumar was not pleased in the slightest. He couldn't be bothered to take in the breath stealing sight above head, not when he was home an hour late, his mood torn to shreds, and his aches and pains and mental exhaustion were getting the better of him. There was only one thing he wanted now, more then anything in the world, and he was only a few feet away from it; the half eaten box of Krispy Kreame that he'd left on the counter before going to work this morning. Things would be better soon...he just had to get to that box.

The door opened with a creak, leading the feline into the darkened, quiet house. No scents of burnt cooking, or salad on fire, which lead Arty to believe that his life partner, love eternal; Vinci, wasn't home. To that end, Arty had to admit that a few minutes by himself to relieve the stress of the day wasn't such a bad idea. In the next few moments after he walked free of the door into the house however, he caught sight of the raccoon slowly padding down the stairs. They stared at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time and a bolt of terror suddenly rippled through Arty's heart. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Quietly, the raccoon meandered towards the living room couch, not uttering a word, knowing that the feline would follow. Like clockwork, Arty was at his side instantly, sitting there, looking at Vinci with wide, emerald eyes, filled with worry and wonder. What horrible news did his lover burden on his shoulders? Somewhere in Arty's mind, he knew no matter what Vinci had to say, it wouldn't be as bad as the day that he had- and no matter what horrible notion that was about to befall him, they could deal with it- together.

"Dear heart..." Vinci began, his voice peppered with worry and strangled with his Greek accent. The yumar's speckled ears perked and felt a wordy burst of intellect beginning to bubble in his throat. He kept it down however, having promised to at least TRY and listen to his mate before he disagreed with....whatever it was Vinci was about to say. Vinci looked down a moment, fiddling with his paws before his wide gaze returned to the cheetah. Something was very, very wrong.
"Dear heart...I am thinking it is me who will tell you first." Vinci squeaked quietly, his tail giving a nervous flicker behind him.
"I am being told that...Krispy Kreme...the donut shop...they are having...eh...English world...money problems? They are closed...forever. I am sorry dear heart. I see it on the news today. Very bad problems. They are...ehh...bank ruptured?" Vinci said quietly, looking away a moment, before glancing up at the yumar's shocked, horrified expression.
"It's...it's like some sort of nightmare...like some sort of bad M. Night Shyamalama movie that stars me." Arty mewed helplessly, feeling tears beginning to spring to his eyes. He had to hold them back though, perfection demanded it and he refused to give in to the horrors of the day. No, he wasn't going to cry. He was strong. He was perfect. He was Artisan P. Sunspot!
"I also...ate the rest of doughnuts in the kitchen...and the rest of the box." Vinci admitted quietly, closely watching Arty. The first tear that rolled down the yumar's cheek was a silent one, but what followed was a catastrophe of cracked will power and a sorrow that eclipsed Hally Berrie's after she'd preformed in Catwoman. In short- the yumar WAILED. He cried out so loudly that Vinci had to plug his ears with his paws, shying back slightly from the distressed feline. Vinci had imagined perhaps Arty would panic, or sputter out a few quick ramblings about how it was impossible and how he were going to do something about it, which would ultimately lead to the beginning of a zany adventure, but he never expected this! Watching his partner's face contort to true misery and regret made Vinci's heart ache and the little raccoon bit his lower lip. Nervously, he reached out and rested a paw on Arty's shoulder, offering a small squeeze of comfort.

"D, dear heart...Artisan..."Vinci whispered quietly, while Arty's heart-wrenched sobs echoed throughout the neighborhood. Vinci gave a sigh.
"Dear heart, please don't...don't cry! It was just...it was just joke. You know...haha...I was...Err...I was having the kids?" Vinci squeaked nervously. The effect was instant, the yumar's sorrowful wails ceased immediately and his eyes slowly narrowed, turning towards the raccoon with a hushed snarl that rumbled in his chest. Vinci felt a burst of panic trickle down his spine and he gave Arty a nervous smile.
"...Ha...ha?" He asked with a whimper. The pounce from the cheetah proved that they were indeed the fastest cats in the entire world. It was sudden and vicious, pinning the raccoon to the couch in half a second, Vinci on his back, panting in absolute terror, while Arty straddled his hips, glaring down at the squirming male.

"Do, you, have, ANY idea what kind of DAY I've had?! Do you know what I've BEEN THROUGH!? Do you have ANY idea what I'm going to DO to you?! Arty hollered, his tail and fur frazzled while Vinci's eyes grew wide with horror. He wouldn't....he couldn't...but Artisan's paws were already moving, lifting high over his head while his fingers flexed and stretched and claws popped out, dark and sharp. Most cheetah's couldn't retract their claws, but Artisan was yumar and it was Vinci's curse. The little raccoon whimpered in terror, his heart beating so fast he was becoming scared it would leap out his throat. Artisan had never, ever been so mad in his entire life at his mate and he was about to let Vinci know it- he struck, and Vinci screamed.

"NO!! STOP! PLEASE!! ARTISAN!!!" Vinci hollered, wiggling wildly underneath Arty's paws, while they raced up and down his belly, tickling him mercilessly. The coon's feet kicked and squirmed, trying to free himself from Arty's straddling hips, but it was no use. The bigger feline had an easy one hundred pounds over the foot shorter raccoon. He was stuck tight and helpless, kicking his feet while wildly trying to get away, giggling helplessly at the yumar's wicked assault.
"Bankrupt, huh?! Shut down forever, huh?! I'll show you, you little...!" Arty laughed, dancing his fingers along his mate's tummy, scritching his claws along his sides, forcing ribbons of laughter from Vinci's lips.
"Please Arty!! Beanie said it'd be funny! I'm sorryyyyyyyyy!" Vinci squealed amidst his shower of giggles, but the yumar showed no mercy.  
Soon the two of them were panting loudly, suckling down lungfuls of air. Arty was staring down at Vinci, who'd managed to grab the yumar's paws and hold them away from his vulnerable belly, leaving them almost nose to nose on the couch.  For a moment, Arty frowned. His relief from the day was almost always Vinci, but at the moment, the raccoon was looking up at him with horrified eyes, as if he were scared the cheetah were actually going to strike him... Arty knew that look- the one of true fear...he hated that look.

Passionate and impulsive as ever, Arty took it as a cue and leaned down, locking his lips with his partner's, sharing a feverish embrace that caught the raccoon off guard.
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