>>52892414It became a service animal for someone with anxiety attacks I guess
>It was just a bus stop. It was just a bus stop. It was just a bus stop.>Diane couldn't grip the straps of her book bag any harder. Her knuckles were probably write, but it was too dark to see. The nearest street light still wasn't close enough to shed light on the bench. She loosened her grip, but then forgot to breathe and nearly choked. Her heart was pounding in her ears all the while. It always ended up like this, no matter what she did to prepare herself. There was something wrong with her.>Beside Diane, her Mienshao was practically her opposite. They sat almost completely motionless apart from the idle sway of their tail, casually scanning the other side of the street. Why couldn't she be more like that? Why did something as normal as being outside terrify her so much?>A barrage of noise drew out the yelp that had been sitting at the bottom of her throat. Diane immediately threw a hand over her mouth and shot up from the edge of her seat. A paw grabbed her arm almost immediately. The Mienshao held her there, eyes somehow bright in the dim glimmer of the streetlight, and urged her to wait until the flock of Murkrow had passed.>The wave of shame that passed over her smothered her heart. Diane sat down, still tense enough to break out into a run at any second, and let out a single choking sob. But her Mienshao was still holding her arm, their grip firm enough to distract her even just a little bit. They pulled her close and held the back of her head in such a gentle way that she almost didn't feel it. Shuddering, Diane buried herself in their neck to muffle her cries, feeling a pair of strong arms wrap around her shoulders and a snout press through her hair.>Then the bus arrived. 