>>6714068Hearing me approach she stood up. She had not bothered to put on her make up today, and she did not bother dying her hair their usual cotton candy colors, she did not bother putting on her usual glitter either. She looked at me with dead looking puffy eyes.
"i'm sorry."
She croaked out, before I could even react she latched onto my waist and blurted out the same words over and over stringing them into a solid chain of emotion.
"imsorrryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry"
Whatever rage I had began to feel was stunned by being grabbed and hugged after no interaction for months, and blunted by the constant pathetic stream of apologies.
The constant stream of words had stopped after about half a hour and instead at some point she just broke down and cried into my stomach.
I was sort of sympathetic until i felt her tears and snot drip down my stomach. Let me tell you that feels really unpleasant, not to mention I just got done working out, didn't I smell?
I pushed her away with a grunt, not sure what to feel now. I was still kinda pissed cause that fox was the reason why I got slapped with this lovely vacation in the first place, but seeing her break down and cry like a pathetic bitch sort of satisfied a sick need for revenge I felt.
I also was reminded that she was fucking insane, and I wasn't sure I could hurt her more than she already mentally hurt herself.
Apparently I'm a lion who has a easy to read face now, cause she looked me dead in the eye and nodded.
"Do what you want to me, I deserve it."
She mumbled looking up at me, a guilty yet determined look glinted in her eyes.
I think she expected me to slap her or hit her or kick her or something cause she then closed her eyes and braced herself.
Because when I wrapped my hand around her throat her eyes snapped open in shock.
I however did not hesitate, I grabbed her by the windpipe and lifted her off the ground. She let out an amusing strangled squeak of surprise and squirmed in my grip, trembling in fear when I constricted my grip slowly, similar to a snake.
I had expected this to be more difficult, but apparently foxes were light, either that or I had gained a bit of muscle in these last 3 months.
As I mused, polka let out a desperate squeak trying to get my attention.
Her face had turned an interesting shade of purple and she weakly tapped my hand asking to be let go. And I humored her.
I had honestly hoped that having her by the throat and squeezing the life out of her would be cathartic in some way, but it was boring, and I felt kind of bad for her.
I released my grip and she dropped to her knees gasping so hard, I almost went and apologized.
"F...feel better?" She gasped looking up at me with a hopeful smile.
I could not find words for this, so I simply nodded and was rewarded with the most stunning smile I ever saw from her. The entire helpless look she wore before had melted away and was replaced by one of pure joy.
"Are we cool now?" She asked quietly.
I thought for a moment. And came to the conclusion that the gym therapy I had self medicated with helped me bleed off any want to beat the shit out of her, and she was so weak that trying to abuse her would just feel like bullying and make me feel bad.
She was also weird enough to probably go along with it cause she felt bad and wanted to make it up to me. In a weird way it was like she knew what I wanted and did her damnedest to make it happen.
"Yeah we're cool"
My stomach was assaulted agian by a overly affectionate Fennec who let out a sound of pure joy.
And for the first time in a few months, I felt a small grin pull itself across my lips.
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