You ever get strangled by a Lion?

I got choked by a Lion and I liked it~
Though I never got to taste her cherry lipstick~
-Omaru Polka's sleep starved brain: 3 seconds ago-
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Ohapol! Omaru Polka here, and if Shishiro knows that song I'll eat my skirt.
Well to be fair its not actually a real song, its just one I ad-libbed a few seconds ago based on a real one by.. what was her name? Kat perrot? Perry Kitty? I dunno, but it was a fairly popular pop song overseas a few years ago. It also has heavy lesbian undertones, and as far as I know, that lion is straight as a...rock?  Sorry Its hard to think up puns based on sexual orientation right now cause I don't think I've slept more than a hour for the last 3 months.

But what I do know is that Shishiro doesn't have much interest in that type of thing, or if she does she fucking hates me. Which may be likely now that I think about it, since she and Lammy have had a ton of horror 'date' stream's. I'm hesitant to call that proof though since Shishiro laughs at Lammy's fear, and maybe because what I did 3 months ago. Well probably more than likely it was because of that.

What did I do? Oh you know the usual, I crashed at her house, decided to look through her underwear drawer, found her dream diary with a sensitive passage about a suicide dream, ran off and told her manager, got her put on a unwanted vacation for 3 months where she had to pay for her own therapy out of pocket, y'know just a regular Tuesday.

I thought for sure I would be able to talk to her after she took a week or two to cool off and not want to verbally eviscerate me, but she decided to log out of all social media, turn off her phone, and not be at home at all for weeks straight. I kind of know this cause I tried visiting her on several occasions bearing a apology basket full of expensive chocolates, alcohol, and a bouquet of video games I though she'd like.

I have yet to be able to give her that basket.

This also may or may not be why I don't feel like sleeping, due to my brains insistence on informing me that I am in fact a retard, and refusing to let the matter drop so I can get some rest for a bit.

That or its guilt...yeah its probably guilt.
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A low frustrated growl rumbled in the back of my throat and I drew my head back and headbutted the edge of the circular formica table hard enough for an audible crack to echo about the depressingly empty break room. A flash of white flowed across the back of my eyes while a soothingly sharp stab of pain silenced the infuriatingly one-sided conversation my insomnia ridden mind was screaming at itself while I was being held hostage by consciousness, that bitch.

I hit my head a second time, and a third, a pleasant darkness began to creep into the corners of my vision and I began to feel my consciousness slip for the first time in months. I was about to smash my head down one final time, when a familiar black taloned hand gripped my shoulder and pulled me back into my seat with enough force to nearly rip me off my chair. My woozy head sagged backwards and I looked up into Shishiro's expressionless face.

"Oh hi~." I tried to act aloof and coy but friendly. It instead came out slurred like I went on a week long bender, minus the fun. My vision blurred and swam, a look of pissed concern flowed across Shishiro's face as she sighed.

"You idiot, come here." She muttered pulling me out of my chair. She threw my arm over her shoulder and dragged me out of the break room, and out of the main office.

"Where we going?" I muttered. Being dragged to my feet made me realize I may have been more tired than I thought, since I could barely stand or walk due to fatigue.

"I'm taking your stupid ass to the hospital." She growled. I wanted to retort that I was just fine, but I suddenly started to feel sleepy. Why now of all times? I had no idea, but I felt my legs buckle, and my consciousness fade. I got to lay on a strangely concerned looking Shishiro though, maybe she would finally accept her gift basket from me when I woke up...

A rhythmic beeping followed by a gentle hydraulic whooshing brought my consciousness floating back to the surface of reality. And I had a very realistic headache. There was also an uncomfortably heavy white blanket clinging to my lower half that whimpered when I tried to kick it off. It wasn't until a familiar stubby white ear flicked up and twitched at me that I realized that was a lion's mane and not some weird blanket.

Be kind to me, I'm a smart Fennec with an amazing headache.

"Shishiro?" I croaked in a voice that would make even a bullfrog envious.
The fuzzy little white ear twitched rapidly and her head snapped up. Her expression looked both so helplessly devastated, yet tentatively hopeful. It made my heart kind of hurt to look at her.

"Polka? How do you feel?" She blurted out with such force I felt myself recoil back slightly.

"Sorry..." She mumbled. She was strangely passive and much unlike herself it was weird.

"I'm alive, but why don't you tell me what happened?" I mumbled, wincing slightly from my own voice bouncing around inside my skull.

"Well, you remember what you did today right?" She asked giving me a non pulsed look, and continued when I gave her a shallow nod.

"After you fainted I picked you up and ran you to the hospital, and you got put into the icu due to brain hemorrhaging, you fucking idiot." As she spoke her worry melted away and twisted into a raw powerful rage that flowed even into her eyes causing them to glow a piercing hue of silver.

"Aha..." Shishiro's pressure was overwhelming, and I could barely breathe much less think of a retort. She thankfully saw my reaction and turned whatever that was off with an irritated grumble. Finally being able to think with out being flooded with irrational fear I finally mustered up my retort.

"Botan I..."

"I thought I lost you!" She blurted out with enough force to silence my oncoming word salad.
Shishiro's emotions turned on a dime. though her voice still held barely contained rage, a pair of big fat tears squeezed themselves out of her eyes and rolled down  her cheeks pooling together at the tip of her slender chin.

'So we're doing this now huh?' I thought to myself with a inward sigh.

Even through my headache and whatever cocktail of drugs they had pumped into me, that wasn't fucking working mind you cause my head felt like hell, I could see Shishiro's stoic facade crumbling. I decided to let her keep some of her pride, and instead of watching her break down into a pathetic pile of tears, I instead wrapped my arms around her neck, and pulled her into a gentle hug, letting her rest her forehead on my shoulder while blowing a tuft of her fluffy white mane out of my nose.

Turns out that didn't work as planned cause the second that lion hit my shoulder she began to mewl like a helpless little kitten. Except you know, more sad. Her sobs were absolutely heart-wrenching, I could hear every ounce of regret and helplessness bubbling up from whatever dark corner of herself that she banished them to. I could also feel it trickle down my neck under my hospital gown, it felt absolutely horrid, but I grinned and bared it for the sake of my devastated friend.

I felt my ears reflexively pin themselves back against my skull. This was not how this was supposed to go. We were supposed to have a long heartfelt conversation, or we were supposed to scream at each other until I passed out from shock and she stormed out in disgust because she couldn't tolerate my presence anymore. Having her break down crying in my arms was not something I had prepared myself for at all.

I had so many things I wanted to tell her and discuss with her, but actions spoke louder than words didn't they? She obviously was worried sick, and I obviously cared about her since I let her bawl into my shoulder and smear her snotty tears all over my chest till she passed out from exhaustion.

Thankfully I didn't have to contemplate the crustiness of my hospital gown for too long because I too began to slip into a blissful normal sleep in the first time in months.