Confidence Boost

	“Oh, jeez… Smooky, what happened…?” With that, a rather exasperated-looking chinchilla leans down toward the ground, a look of worry pressed onto her features - there, in front of here, was a raccoon, her back pressed against the nearby bleachers and her head in her hands, as well as a rather large-looking lump on her head. At her words, the raccoon sniffles for a moment or two and looks up from her spot, tears streaming from her eyes down toward her cheek.
	“Hic… hic… Chonchilla, oh thank God you’re here…” And with that, the raccoon quietly pulls the chinchilla into a tight hug, her eyes closing a split second later - the chinchilla, though, squats there for a moment or two with wide eyes before quietly pulling the raccoon in, her hands wrapping their way around her form a moment or two later.
	“Oh, come on, come on… was someone being stupid again?”
	“N-no, no, just… I dunno… you know how the lacrosse team gets when t-they’re rowdy and all…”
	“Ugh. There there… c’mon, let’s get you all together so we can kick their asses, yeah?” As she speaks, the chinchilla quietly reaches up toward the raccoon’s head, and starts to smooth out her disheveled hair for the time being - in no time, the small knot that was starting to form on her head was hidden behind her chocolate-brown locks. “Besides, I know for a fact that Thomas is gonna get his ass kicked either way after something like this, you know?” At her words, the raccoon’s sniffling starts to slowly devolve into a half-hearted chuckle, a soft smile starting to press itself onto her features.
	“Y-Yeah, though… I dunno if we’re gonna be able to do anything ourselves, you know?”
	“So? We’ll get the ice hockey team to help us out. You know how much they’ve been wanting to knock som teeth out? I don’t think they’ll need any big reason to crack some skulls, you know?” At that point, the chinchilla’s mouth pulls together in a soft, wry smile. “Not if I have anything to say about it, anyway. Now, c’mon. Let’s get you pulled together, make the bad things go away, yeah?” As she speaks, she hooks her arms around the raccoon’s own, and stands up from her bent-over position, both of their faces starting to beam with a plan.
	“Hehe… y-yeah, yeah, though, uh… if we can, maybe we can get the football team, too. You know how they are.”
	“Oh, yeah, definitely. Now, c’mon, let’s see if we can’t have a little fun after what those guys did, yeah?” And with that, both the raccoon and the chinchilla start to make their way toward the main pavilion on canvas - after all, if they were going to find someone that could help them out, they might as well go to the one place they would most certainly be. “Besides, the lacrosse guys can’t take a punch
	“Oh, yeah… save for Thomas. A stiff breeze could blow him over.”