Foxes In Love

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are sitting at a little bonfire, gazing restfully into the flickering flames. Blue: Do you ever think of the ways your life could've gone differently? Green: No. Blue: Like if you could start over with everything that you know now? Green: Nope. The odds of finding you again in the right place at the right time are way too low. Blue: You'd rather have me than a new chance? Green: Having you is the best possible life.

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A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green turn to look at something in the sky with mild concern. Blue: What is that? A helium balloon? Green: No, it's floating downward, not up. Both foxes are startled, eyes wide, Blue still looking at the sky as Green already turns to flee. Blue: It's coming right at us! Green: Run! Instantly, the unindentified flying object, which is now revealed to be a bright red festive christmas hat, lands right on Green's head with great force and precision. Blue looks down to Green, who is now laying on th ground, the seasonal hat positioned right on his head. Blue: It's December first, isn't it? Green: Yep.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are casually sitting around. Green is reading a book, while Blue is making a series of various noises. Blue: Hik... Hik.. Snif, snif, krhm, hmh, krhm, hmh, burp, sigh Both foxes are mildly startled as a bright "ping!" noise is heard, and blue lights up, glowing around the edges. Both foxes look at Blue, puzzled. Blue: I think I hit some secret combo code by accident.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are both very old, walking somewhere together, as text above them narrates. Narration: If we both go deaf when we're old, let's hope we go together. Frowning in mild confusion, Blue and Green discuss something very loudly. Narration: Yelling when we talk just to hear our own voices. Wondering out loud why the world has gone so quiet now. Next door, a reddish neighbour fox is on the floor, pressing a pillow over their ears, trying to ignore the loud conversation. Narration: While our neighbours wish that they could also live in our quiet, private little world.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue is sitting next to Green, who has curled up into a tight ball, looking miserable. Green: Would you still love me if I never got better? Blue hesitates a moment before answering. Blue: What a silly thing to ask. Joining Green on the floor, Blue wraps himself around Green, who doesn't seem as sad anymore. Blue: I would love you even if you got worse.

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A single uncoloured drawing of a tired, sleepy fox laying under a weighed blanket, coupled with the text "Not well. Will return once well."

Sick, probably. Will get back in a week or two.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue jumps in shock as Green floats idly by him. Green: I don't feel like doing today. Blue turns his head to follow where Green is going as Green floats further away. Blue: Doing what today? Green: Just the whole day. Any of it. As Green drifts out of sight, Blue raises his eyebrow, puzzled, watching where Green drifted off to. Blue: Also why are you floating? Green, out of frame: I got excommuned by gravity. Blue stares after Green, now in blank bafflement. Blue: ...What?

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue is laying on the floor, suffering, as Green peers at him cautiously. Green: How's your headache? Can I help in any way? Blue: Not really. I just have to suffer through it. Having produced an antique-style velvet-cushioned fainting couch, apparently out of nowhere, Green places Blue upon it. Blue rests on his back, still exactly just as miserable as before. Green: Would you feel better suffering on a nice fainting couch? Blue: It's not worse. Closing his eyes, Green cuddles up to Blue, loosely wrapping around him. Green: What if I lay down too, draped dramatically over you, lamenting your grievous fate? Blue: You don't have to do all that. Green: But I want to.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are staring up at an unseen moth sitting on their ceiling. Green: Hey ceiling moth, are you going to start paying rent? Blue raises an eyebrow in doubt as the ceiling moth speaks. Ceiling moth: I already gave you my firstborn. Blue: What's that supposed to mean? Blue and Green look at each other in concern as the moth replies cheerily. Ceiling moth: Check your pantry. Opening the pantry door, Blue and Green draw back in shock and disgust as they are partially obscured by an overwhelming cloud of flour moths that pours out.

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He just hates parties. We do everything together in our everyday life, and a few times a year I go be social with my 30 friends, while he enjoys not spending 12 hours with 30 people he doesn't know.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue is watching Green leave for a costume party, all donned up in a suit and a mask. Blue: Have fun at the party! Green: I will! See you tomorrow! Now alone, Blue looks around himself. Blue, thinking: Huh. I've got the whole place all to myself. I can do whatever I want. Blue proceeds to sit on his computer, quietly playing videogames, and then going to bed at 9 pm.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are at a fast food restaurant, observing an automated self-serve menu stand. Blue: These self-serve fast food ordering things sure are convenient. Green sits back and watches as Blue ticks through the options of his order. Blue: No pickles, no onion… Green: I wonder if it lets me order one with nothing. Blue watches incredulously as Green makes his own order, choosing no ingredients. Green: No pickles, no sauce, no onion, no patty, no bun… Once Green has finished making his order, both foxes jump in fright as an unseen kitchen staff fox yells angrily. Kitchen fox: Who ordered the nothingburger?!

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are in bed. Blue is sound asleep, as Green wakes up to a prolonged, high-pitched, continuous eeee-sound. Green, thinking: Wait, what's that sound? A child screaming? Outside, this late at night? Frowning and sleepy, Green lifts his head from his pillow and looks around, trying to determine the source of the sound. Green, still in thought: There it was again. Where is it coming from? As he looks around, Green's gaze lands on Blue. Still groggy and sleepy, Green nonetheless looks visibly relieved. Green, still thinking: I can't decide what to do about it before I figure out wh- oh. Green cuddles up to Blue, who is still just as serenly asleep as ever. The whistling sound continues, coming from Blue. Green, still in thought: It was just your nostril whistling.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green turn around towards the sound as they both hear a car horn honking. Blue: Did you hear that? Green: yep! Both foxes dash into action, rushing to the same direction. Green: It's coming from the intersection outside! Blue: To the balcony! Now on the balcony, both foxes look down in fascination as a cacophony of nonstop honking is happening somewhere below. Green: Wow, the person blocking traffic really thinks they have the right of way. Blue: Amazing. Green turns to look over his shoulder to the apartment, while Blue's eyes are still glued on the action. The aggressive honking continues. Green: Will you keep me updated if I go make us popcorn? Blue: Sure.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are in a grocery store, and Green spots a crate displaying a small mountain of fresh persimmon fruit, looking at it with delight. Green: Persimmons! They're finally in season! Blue sits back and watches as Green dives into the persimmon pile, sniffing through them. The fruit mound is taller than one whole fox. Green: Awwwwh, none of them are ripe yet. Blue looks at Green calmly, as his suggestion brings a spark of inspiration to Green's expression. Blue: You could get a few and let them ripen in a fruit bowl at home. As the foxes head home, Green is hauling along a wheeled fruit grate. He has taken every single one of the persimmons that were on display.

I'm sorry for your loss. She seems like a vibrant person.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are in bed. Green has just woken up, bleary-eyed, while Blue is still sound asleep. Green narrates. Green, narrating: You might wake up at 5 on a cold, dark monday to the sound of someone scraping frost off their windshield. Still sleepy-eyed, Green turns towards sleeping Blue. Green, continuing to narrate: But you are warm, safe and cozy, in bed with the love of your life. Closing his eyes again, Green cuddles up to Blue. Green, narrating: One of life's sweet, fleeting moments of pure and perfect bliss. Blue wakes up, both foxes are bleary-eyed and half-asleep. Blue: Can you get off me? I need to go pee. Green, still narrating: Very fleeting.

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A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are walking. Blue listens intently as Green goes on talking as he talks, leading the way. Green: Once we get home, I'll read a book, weave two baskets, re-arrange the pantry, learn esperanto- Blue interrupts Green, who turns to listen. Blue: That's quite a list. Are you sure you're being completely realistic? Green takes a momentary pause from being cartoonish, being now depicted as a painstakingly detailed and shaded painting of a fox, with fur texture, whiskers and all. Extremely realistic Green: Of course. Returning back to normal, Green keeps walking. Blue follows, looking at Green with suspicion. Blue: How long did it take you to draw that gag? Green: A lot longer than I am willing to admit.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue is sitting at his hobby desk with paint jars, paper, unpainted miniatures and other painting paraphernalia set around himself. Blue: I'm going to paint some miniatures. Green, unseen in the background: Okay! Picking up a miniature, Blue goes deep into focus, gently brushing the figurine with a paint brush, making a soft, quiet little "shup" sound every time. Looking up from his work, Blue turns to listen as Green interrupts his work to say something. Green: I like the little sound that your brush makes when you paint. Blue lowers the miniature, looking at it with a frown. Blue: Well now I'm too self-conscious about that to finish this. Green: Aw.

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A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are on a walk. Green is happily relaxed, but Blue is alerted by something approaching. Green: What a lovely day for a walk! Blue: Look out, a fast cyclist is coming. An extremely fast, unidentified fox on a bicycle zips past Blue and Green, who turn to look at the cyclist with mild confusion. Cyclist: Hello, boys! Blue and Green, in unison: Hi? Once the cyclist is gone, Blue and Green turn to look at each other in confusion. Green: Do you have any idea who that was? Blue: Nope. Green: Me neither. The foxes shrug it off and continue their walk. Green: Just overcome by the unparalleled thrill of being an old man on a bicycle, I guess. Blue: Yep.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are looking up at the same spot in the ceiling. Green: Do we have a dead moth on the ceiling? Blue: No. It's alive. Green turns to look at Blue, whose eyes are still on the moth. Green: It's what? Blue: It sits in a different spot every morning. Both of the foxes return to looking up at the moth. Green: Should we do something about it? Now Blue turns to look at Green, who keeps staring at the moth. Blue: Make it pay rent? Green: I think it flinched.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue looks curiously at a pie which Green has placed on a plate on the table, while Green looks at him with joy and pride. Green: I have made a sidequest pie! Blue listens patiently as Green goes on. Green: Flour from the mill we visited once, mushrooms that we gathered with your mom, homegrown parsley and basil... Almost all ingredients were things we've made or gathered on adventures! Both foxes turn back to look at the pie. Blue: How does it taste? Green: Bad.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue is looking at Green, who is stretched out on the floor in a straight line, sound asleep. Blue, thinking: I need to get to the other side, but my way is blocked. Very cautiously, Blue stretches out towards Green, about to touch him. Blue, still in thought: What if I just very gently... Both foxes jump as Green is startled awake, shooting through the ceiling like a rocket. Recovering from the surprise, Blue looks up to the direction where Green blasted off. Blue: Were you having bad dreams? Green, unseen somewhere above: There were huge bugs touching me.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue freezes in terror as a vaguely foxlike abstract figure dashes towards him. Entity: Cold! Cuddles! Blue: Aaah! A ghoul! The entity, which is slowly starting to turn into Green, wraps himself around Blue, who struggles in vain. Ghoulish Green: Cold! Cold! Cold! Cold! Blue: Aaaah! You are icy!!! Accepting his confinement, Blue settles down, sulking as Green slowly and gradually returns to his usual bearing and colour. Blue: Are you normal now? Green: Almost.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue arrives home, wearing a soaked rain cloak. Green greets him happily. Blue: I'm back! Green: How was the rain? Blue: It's not quite as nice as it would be in wilderness. But it makes the city quiet down. And the air feels fresher. View of Blue standing serenely in the rain in his raincloak, peering from beneath the cloak's raised hood, eyes contentedly closed in meditative peace. Blue, narrating: The rain isn't as nice in the city, but the city is much nicer in the rain.