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C'est la vie

Carpe Diem

Two phrases you'd hope wouldn't be carried in the same thought. That's life seems so laid back, carefree (not to be confused with careless, which is an entirely different animal), even lazy, if perceived in the correct light. Seize the day is more of a vicious, cut throat, take it all kind of expression.

The first, while a longer expression, ran through the mind of a significantly smaller vessel. Sir Artemis Howell, wearing his little Sherlock Holmes style hat and his green collar and matching leash, was walking through the forest. If you asked him, he was taking his human out for a walk. Exercise does a body good, and having short legs like him, exercise was always an adventure.

More prominent statement, larger, more prominent person. Darrien was, as usual, dressed to kill. Khaki cargo pants, white swede shoes, white dress shirt with thin blue stripes, and a leather blazer (collar of the shirt popped over the blazer, he had his style). His hair was kept in a controlled fray, the colors less organized than normal, but still in some sort of order. Ice blue lenses in nickel satin frames, a new finish on an old look.

The happy couple (yes, happy couple, don't scrutinize, it makes sense o.o) was well into the forest when they noticed another intriguing pair. Strange though, the other group seemed to be an inverse of their own. The bigger one had features that most resembled Arty's, the smaller, color that matched Darrien. They were exchanging a conversation about something that had evidently excited the larger one, who was now clearly male, as these two saw now.

Arty noticed first, then Darrien soon after his yelp, that the smaller one was a familiar face. When they were close enough, Darrien reached his hand out toward the only person there with a 'Y' chromosome.

"Heya Whisper, who's yer friend?"

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Viva la Coolie!