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<p><span class="tag">writing</span> <span class="tag">fiction</span> <span class="tag">furry</span> <span class="tag">sawtooth</span> <span class="tag">sexuality</span> <span class="tag">short-story</span></p>
<p>Two foxes walked into a bar.</p>
<p>Well, okay, a diner. But most of those middle-American diners are outfitted with a bar type area, complete with red-and-chrome stools - you know the sort - which is close enough. Both were full of giggles, outfitted with grins and their most casual of &ldquo;nice&rdquo; clothes. Somehow managing to look similar without being related, the two got along as though they were brothers. One was taller than the other, and though both were thin, he came off as lanky, whereas the shorter fox seemed more waifish - more of a track runner than his friend, the basketball player.</p>
<p>Although the restaurant was nearly empty - its only other customer being one of those old hound dogs who sits at the bar, nursing his second cup of coffee while staring at the gold flakes on the formica counter as if they might somehow swirl into formation, revealing the deepest secrets of the universe or the solutions to all his problems - the two jovial friends made their way to the corner booth and plopped down across from each other.</p>
<p>Well, okay, a diner. But most of those middle-American diners are outfitted with a bar type area, complete with red-and-chrome stools &mdash; you know the sort &mdash; which is close enough, capitalizing on that thirty-year nostalgia cycle in the way it hearkens back to the 50s or 60s. Both were full of giggles, outfitted with grins and their most casual of &ldquo;nice&rdquo; clothes. Somehow managing to look similar without being related, the two got along as though they were brothers. One was taller than the other, and though both were thin, he came off as lanky, whereas the shorter fox seemed more waifish &mdash; more of a track runner than his friend, the basketball player.</p>
<p>Although the restaurant was nearly empty &mdash; its only other customer being one of those old hound dogs who sits at the bar, nursing his second cup of coffee while staring at the gold flakes on the formica counter as if they might somehow swirl into formation to reveal the deepest secrets of the universe or maybe just the solutions to all his problems &mdash; the two convivial friends made their way to the corner booth and plopped down across from each other.</p>
<p>Their animated discussion, more gossip than anything, was interrupted by a cat on roller skates popping her gum loudly by the table.</p>
<p>The foxes grinned up to the waitress, who had picked up on the jovial mood and was beaming down at them. &ldquo;What&rsquo;ll it be, you two?&rdquo;</p>
<p>The foxes grinned up to the waitress, who, picking up on the jovial mood, beamed down at them. &ldquo;What&rsquo;ll it be, you two?&rdquo;</p>
<p>Straightening up, the larger of the foxes proclaimed, well rehearsed, &ldquo;A vanilla milkshake, please, and a couple of spoons.&rdquo;</p>
<p>The waitress&rsquo; eyes flicked between the two, but she said nothing, simply taking down the order before rather pointedly asking the other fox what he&rsquo;d like. The smaller of the two stammered for a second, caught off guard, &ldquo;Uh.. c-coffee, please.&rdquo;</p>
<p>The rollercat nodded and skated on off, leaving the two foxes to glance at each other, nervous, unsure as to whether they&rsquo;d committed some sort of faux pas. Each shrugged at each other at the same time and both giggled, slipping back into their animated chatter.</p>
<p>The waitress&rsquo; eyes flicked between the two, but she said nothing, simply taking down the order before rather pointedly asking the other fox what he&rsquo;d like. The smaller of the two stammered for a second, caught off guard, &ldquo;Uh&hellip;c-coffee, please.&rdquo;</p>
<p>The rollercat nodded and skated on off, leaving the two foxes to glance at each other, nervous, unsure as to whether they&rsquo;d committed some sort of faux pas. Each shrugged at each other at the same time and both giggled, slipping back into their animated chatter. The hum of a shake blender promised sweetness.</p>
<p>The feline rolled smoothly up to the table again, this time with a tray holding a shake, two mugs, and a carafe of coffee. Setting the shake in the middle and the two mugs in front of each fox, she poured them both a cup of coffee before zooming back to the kitchen with the kick of a skate.</p>
<p>The coffee sat ignored by both foxes as each grabbed a spoon from the shake, pulling it out to get that first bite: that one where the spoon&rsquo;s already covered with a liberal coating of shake, whipped cream, and chocolate sauce. Coated spoons made their way into waiting muzzles and subsequently licked clean by attentive tongues.</p>
<p>With much laughter, the conversation continued, drifting from teachers to movies, parents to homework. Slowly, carefully, the shake was diminished, each taking care to leave the maraschino cherry standing in the middle of the glass atop a pillar of sagging whipped cream.</p>
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<p>The other fox was slow to smile, but it was an earnest one. &ldquo;Yeah,&rdquo; he offered, nodding slowly, as though his mind was still churning away. &ldquo;I take back what I said earlier. Do you&hellip;do you want to come in for a while?&rdquo;</p>
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