I like to think they are more than just friends though ;)
In The Nut Job there is a pretty deep scene where Buddy thinks he is loosing Surly, and its in that same scene where Buddy says his first words in the whole movie, and those words are 'Best Friend'. So I thought that would make a nice title for this drawing.
I freaking love these two, it felt really nice to draw these two again, I definitely would like to do more soon.
Also the bird was nice enough to write a short little story for this drawing, it takes place just after The Nut Job 2. She really brings this little scene alive in that story too ^^
Artwork is done by Me, and the story was written by
It had rained the previous night. Hard. Not powerfully enough to cause any damage, but heavy enough to have washed away the usual natural detritus that adorned the park. Now the sun was out and, though there were dark clouds on the horizon, the sky was clear, crisp and blue. The air had a fresh feel to it, as if the preceding storm had washed it somehow, and the grass was adorned with dew. The stream that ran through the park gurgled and lapped at its banks, swelled with rainwater.
A rat and squirrel watched this from atop a grassy knoll, among scattered leaves that had been torn from the trees by the night's howling wind. The park was looking very pleasant after its remarkably rapid rebuild and had just managed to settle into what it had been before about of attempted development had ravished it. It wasn't a particularly momentous day, yet it carried a strange sense of accomplishment. The squirrel, a purple buck named Surly, was the first to break the silence that had hung over the pair since sunrise.
"Well it took some time, but everything's finally back to normal."
"Well yeah, we're not in the nut shop anymore."
"And yeah, okay, we're on better terms with everyone. There's been some improvement."
The rat, Buddy, didn't say anything. He never did, really. It was just his way of doing things and most people had grown used to it long ago. But he produced some very deep silences sometimes, ones especially noticeable to his longtime friend They had been through a lot together.
"Lotta rain last night, but we've seen worse right?"
"Right. And it's nothing compared to the time we first met... remember that?"
"Yeah, hard to forget... Saved my life... though I kinda saved you too, so we're even."
"Yeah but that doesn't count, the cat never would have got either of us. Pity about Grayson though."
The one-sided conversation petered out; Surly wasn't the most vocal at the best of times, with people who talked back. He wasn't comfortable with sharing how he felt, even with close friends. He simply sat next to his companion, returning to silent contemplation. But there was something deeply personal about the whole thing, maybe especially so. Almost without noticing it the squirrelbuck found himself slipping a friendly arm around the smaller rodent. A minute or so later the rat reciprocated. Surly tensed up as he felt warm fingers on his back. The fingertips felt odd though, thin and leathery smooth with blunt claws tickling across his skin after them. The paw shifted, squeezing a shoulder companionably.
He closed his eyes and leaned over, letting his head rest on the smaller buck's shoulder momentarily. He had been a little unsure earlier, unable to voice his thoughts. But now he was the opposite of uncomfortable, and certainly didn't want him to stop. He turned his body slightly to face the rat and grunted out a small pleased affirmative as the paw continued to knead. There was something in the air now, his skin tingled and prickled with sensation and a strange electricity. But it felt nice just to take in deep slow breaths as he reached another paw over, holding Buddy with both now in a loose embrace as the rat's impromptu massage continued, rubbing all the way from his lower back up to his shoulders. Slowly they pulled closer.
As he leaned in, he could feel the fluffy warmth of a fur-clad body brush against his side. It was remarkably plush and silky... but it was hard to focus on such details as the pair slowly drew even closer. Surly opened his eyes just in time to meet the gaze of his friend, so very close to him now, their twitching whiskers tickling across each other's muzzle in a way that made their breath slowly spill out from their lips. They had been together, been so close, for so long. Each knew the other like nobody else did, wants needs, secrets and history.
Surly's low voice was muffled as a pale gray paw reached up and rubbed over his ears. Instead of his earlier slow, deep breaths, he now found himself breathing in shorter and faster huffs. He'd never before considered that someone holding him could be so personal, so sensual, but the delicate caresses made him shudder. They were standing now, their gazes still locked, having not broken contact for a second. The squirrel could feel the heat of breath against his face as he leaned down. Hot breath puffed against his ears, sounding oddly feral. They leaned a little closer.
There was a moment of contact, of passion. It sparked through both rodents like invisible lightning, fusing them together for what could have been seconds or hours. Time seemed to still in that instant, the air turning to crystal. Then, as suddenly as it had happened it was over.
They pulled back, not saying a word, the cocky squirrel for once reduced to speechlessness as the pair looked around at a world that was somehow brighter and more colorful. They sat back down, as they had been earlier, the park unchanged but the two males subtly different.
It wasn't a particularly momentous day, yet it carried a strange sense of accomplishment.