#loneliestbara

“Dingg, Dong!~” After dismissal from their morning class, Champurrado leaves the college classroom with a heavy sigh and a face flushed of all energy, as if about to fall over any second.. The polar bear Marsh followed behind, the opposite of his shiba inu friend, walking with a calm strut, smiling and brimming with a eagerness to (hopefully) start the day off right. This was to be expected; Marsh was about as much of an early bird you could get. Champurrado, used to working all night on commissions, was not. After a while of walking, and waiting to get to a table and eat an early breakfast/lunch, Champurrado tossed his backpack and sat down with a loud “Thump” onto the concrete slabs that served as seating. “That is the last time I ever let you convince me to take a morning class with you.”, Champurrado said with a groan, resting his head on his bag. “What i wouldn't give to turn back the clock~! I’d go back and tell myself ‘No! Don’t do it! Don’t Listen to the demon in white! You'll regret it~”. He looked at his friend with a glare, condemning him a thousand times over for the torture he’s endured. Marsh simply blinked as he looked back, taking a dollar store fruit snack and popping into his mouth. He swallowed, and looked at him disheartedly. “Hey, YOU said that we should try to register our general ed classes so that neither of us have to sit through two hour classes on our own. It’s your fault you didn’t pay attention to the fact i registered for a early morning English. And since you decided to register for a science that goes to like, 11pm on thursday of all days, i’d say we’re pretty even.”, Marsh said, squishing a fruit snack between his fingers, distorting the shape of a strawberry. “Want one?”, he said, holding out the bag. Champurrado sat back, still holding the spiteful demeanor, but then dropped it; The deed was done and there was no reason to go further with complaining. “Gimme an orange.”, he said, holding out his hand. Marsh picked a few orange gummies from the bag, and put them in his hand, then continued eating until the bag was all gone. Champurrado ate them indignantly. “Shows make school out to being so cool. Hanging out with friends and getting crepes after school and then fighting witches in a cute dress.”, he said, laying his head on his bag again.. Marsh looked up from the water bottle he had brought out of his backpack. “As nice as that cute dress sounds, that sounds like the plot of an anime, and we both know how unlikely it is to meet a small, ultimately evil cat or a sentient robot.”, he says, taking a drink of water. Champurrado perked up and jumped onto the bench, and pointed down at marsh, defiantly. “Like you know! I’ve made out with a robot!” “Bull.” “No! It’s true! And i can prove it!” Champurrado sat again,  rummaging through his bag for his phone while Marsh sat back, incredulous. “It happened a few weeks ago…”

A Few Weeks Later…

“It was late. Later than i should have been out, but then again, the restaurant i had been to was having a bad night, and it took a while to get in and out. Not that I minded; I’m a patient guy, but when I realized the time as I was leaving , I couldn’t help but be a little annoyed at the wait for the late night bus…” If I had ended up taking it. As i passed by an admittedly shady alley, i heard a voice. As i turned to meet it, i was dragged into the alley, hand covering my mouth to keep me from making noise. He slammed me against the wall at the end  of the alley, and before i could say anything, the robber had a screwdriver to my throat. He stood straight, eyes piercing into my mind as if sensing my fear. “Now listen here kid, i want whatever is in your bag. Must be a lot if you're out and about eating this late.”, he says, picking at my bag with the butt end of the screwdriver before aiming it again at my adams apple. “Hand it over or this screwdriver chips the bricks on the wall behind ya.” Wanting to preserve my life so that i can get good with a guy later in life, i inched my bag off my shoulder and tossed it onto the ground behind him. “T-Take it! Just leave me alone…!”, i said, choking behind fear. The guy backs up , taking the screwdriver and tucking it into his pocket, before picking up the bag and sprinting toward the end  of the alley. He was almost out, until a shadow came out, and i heard the sound of man meeting metal. Before i understood what happened, there was a scuffle, and as soon as the fight began, the mugger was gone, with my bag perfectly on the floor where he was. Stopped, the shadow at the end of the street began to move, first picking up my bag, then coming closer slowly. I backed away not sure what to make of this scene as i shrunk into the wall behind me. It came closer until it was right in front of me, perfectly in view from the moonlight… It was a muscular robot (does it count as muscular if they’re built that way?), with an overall grey, black and white body with orange highlights, as well as an orange visor and horns. I’m not lying when i say he was hot. “Hey, did that guy take this?”, he said, holding up my backpack with a wink from one of the lights from his visor. I stand there abashed and blushing before i realize what he was talking about. “Y-YES! Thank you!...?”, i say, taking back my bag as fast as i can, before he can see my face turn even more red. Needless to say, it didn’t work. “Hey… You’re very handsome…” He says, getting closer, pinning me against the wall again, this time flirtatiously , his arm past my head and on the wall. I was about as red as a cherry at this point, but i was into it nonetheless. “Well then, you’ve just pushed yourself onto me haven’t you? Isn’t that a bit fast for not knowing my name?”, I say, half playing but half serious. “Not at all Champurrado~” , he says picking up my chin and beginning to mess around my body in different places, trying to figure out what makes me tick. Needless to say, a lot of places make me tick, so it didn’t take long for me to get into what he was doing. He massaged and groped and-

“TIME OUT.”

Champurrado was getting deep into his story when Marsh cut him off, finishing off the rest of his water. Champurrado blinked, then became quickly disappointed. “What?! Why!?”, Champurrado said, leaning over the table. Marsh made his hand into the “stop” sign. “Im stopping you before you turn this story into a full-on porn”, Marsh said, adjusting his glasses. “I don’t feel like trying to hide an erection on the way home.”, he says , picking up his bag and beginning to walk to the bus stop. “OOOOH! So you were getting into it~!”, Champurrado said, picking up his backpack and beginning to catch up. Marsh blushes, his white fur turning pinkish around his cheeks, easily showing how flustered he was getting. “As If! Why would i get THAT INTO a story about a fake cyborg.”, he said, walking a bit faster to the bus stop, and leaning on the pole that named the stop. “What? You don’t believe me?”, Champurrado said, coming up to him as the bus rolled up. Marsh swiped his pass through the machine, and got on. “Not really..?.” Champurrado huffed, and got on swiping his card while going to sit too. Marsh began to look out the window, and began to get lost in thought. Champurrado, upset with his unbeliever of a friend, took out his phone, and opened to the pictures, and looked to the one picture of the night in question with the robot. He looked at them for a second , then to his friend…

Champurrado clicked his phone screen off, shaking his head. “Whatever you say.”, He said, and crossed his arms, to regain energy from the morning class.

-End-

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