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A Roo'd Awakening: Chapter Two

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>You yawned as you rubbed your temple, eyes threatening to close on you as you drove to work.
>You’d had a less than stellar night, getting almost no sleep between bouts of tossing and turning.
>There was nothing you wanted to do more than go home and crawl back into your warm bed, especially thinking back to what happened last night.
>It wasn’t entirely your fault but you still couldn’t help but feel like a massive jackass.
>Hiding from your problems wouldn’t do you much good though, you’d learned that much from dealing with Kelly.
>Try as you might, you couldn’t figure out why you cared so much about what someone you barely knew thought of you.
>For how often you’d try to convince yourself you were a terrible person, you cared an awful lot about making things right again with a complete stranger.
>There was something special about Ruby that you couldn’t quite put your finger on, which bothered you to no end.
>Sure, she was attractive, which didn’t help matters any but that wasn’t the reason you wanted to make things right again.
>Her reaction might have been a bit much but even you couldn’t deny that she deserved an explanation and apology.
>Your growling stomach reminded you of what else you’d missed out on that morning.
>At least you’d found a granola bar in your glove compartment, serving to stave off your hunger for a little while.
>By some miracle of God, traffic was almost nonexistent this morning, allowing you to get to work much earlier than usual.
>As you pulled into the parking lot you notice Kelly’s car missing from her usual spot.
>It was a strange sight considering she was practically the poster child for perfect work attendance.
>You went to go check if the store was open anyway, noticing Kevin wasn’t in his car either.
>You could see your every breath linger in the air as you made your way to the front doors.
>At least business would be slow today, you thought as you put your hands in your pockets.
>A quick glance inside told you the store was still closed, pulling at the door handles proving futile.
>You went to go take another look at Kevin’s car, wondering where the hell he was if he wasn’t inside.
>Looking into the backseat you found your answer, Kevin splayed out on the backseat of his car, fast asleep.
>You shook your head knowingly, giving the window a firm set of taps, “Wake up, sleeping beauty.”
>Kevin quickly shot up in his seat, head swiveling as he searched for the source of the noise.
>”Let me in, it’s cold as shit today,” you said, teeth chattering as he reached to open the door.
>Once inside, he took one look at you and frowned, “What the hell did you do that for man? I’m trying to sleep here.”
>”I thought it was Kelly knocking, you about gave me a heart attack, you fucker.”
>”Sorry, just wanted to know if you had any idea where the hell she is.”
>”Don’t you have her phone number bro?”
>You slapped your forehead in frustration, “Shit, I forgot about that, sorry for waking you up man, can’t think straight today.”
>”Hardly got any sleep last night, and my entire body is sore.”
>A grin slowly replaced the frown on Kevin’s face, “You took my advice, I see. Was it an anthro girl?”
>”I guess you could say that yeah.
>”No way, what kind of girl was she?” he asked, eager for your response.
>”You remember that kangaroo girl that came in yesterday?”
>”No. Fucking. Way.”
>He shook you so hard you felt your eyes rattle around in your skull, ”You’re a fucking legend man, teach me.”
>You lean back in the seat, placing both hands behind your head, ”It wasn’t anything like that man, I ran into her at the gym but she got offended by something I said and fucked off.”
>“Hoping I see her again today so I can apologize,” you yawned, ”Couldn’t get a wink of sleep thinking about it.”
>He patted you on the back, ”That sucks man, you’ll probably see her again though.”
>”I hope so. Enough about my problems though, how was your night with what’s her name?”
>”Oh, with Melanie? I’m still fucking exhausted but my new game plan worked out great.”
>You cock an eyebrow at him, “New game plan?”
>”Well, I figured if I tire out her out first, she won’t be able to pound my pelvis into dust.”
>”And? Did it work?”
>”We still went at it three times, but that’s two times less than I had to do it the day before, that's a win-win in my book,” he said, a dopey smile on his face.
>You decided to use your extensive “research” knowledge to break the news to the poor guy.
>”Call it intuition but you’re either going to be a father or wheelchair bound by the end of the month.”
>”And why’s that?”
>”Because dog girls can be in heat for weeks, unless you, you know.”
>”Oh god,” he said, putting his head into his hands.
>You pat him on the back, reassuringly, “There, there buddy, we’ll say some last words for your pelvis later.”
>Checking your watch, you realize you’ve been waiting for Kelly to show up for half an hour now.
>You decide giving her a quick call is probably for the best.
>”Hello, Anon?”
>”Kelly, where the hell are you? We’ve been freezing our asses off out here for an hour now.”
>”I’m at a dentist appointment, didn’t I tell you guys to open without me today?
>”No Kelly, you didn’t say shit to me, I left early, remember?”
>”Is Kevin there? Put him on the phone real quick.”
>You passed the phone to Kevin, seeing his expression sour as his conversation with Kelly went on, ”What keys Kelly? You didn’t give me anything!”
>”So what, we’re supposed to sit in this cold for another two hours?”
>”Damn it, fine Kelly, we’ll be here at noon,” he said, hanging up the phone.
>Kelly was a hard worker, but damn if her forgetfulness didn’t get the best of her sometimes.
>”So, what’d she say?”
>”So we’ve got two options, we can sit here and freeze to death, or go do literally anything else until noon.”
>”That first option’s pretty tempting but you want to go grab a bite to eat? I’m starving.”
>”Same here, let’s go,” he said, jumping into the driver’s seat.
>You headed to a nearby buffet, hungry for some greasy, filling breakfast food.
>It probably wasn’t the best choice considering you’d vowed to swear off junk food, but a cheat meal here and there couldn’t hurt your progress too much.
>Stacking your plate high with eggs, pancakes, sausage, and bacon, you returned to your table, eager to dive into the veritable mountain of food.
>As you devoured your meal, Kevin stared in admiration, impressed at how much food you could scarf down.
>”How do you eat that much and still stay in shape?” he asked, “Seriously, you look great.”
>“Working out helps, I guess,” you said, shrugging your shoulders, “Although my heart probably hates me for this.”
>”One of these days I’ll get a membership,” he said, between forkfuls of eggs.
>”I’m more than happy to show you the ropes if you do,” you said, getting up to get some dessert.
>After finishing and paying for your meal, you both head back to work, only a few minutes to spare before noon.
>You saw Kelly unlocking the doors, running inside to escape the bitter cold.
>”About time you showed up,” you said, “I can see the headline now, manager charged with negligent manslaughter of employees."
>Kelly rolled her eyes at your statement, ”It’s not that cold you big baby, wear some more layers for once.”
>”And boil in my own sweat in the afternoon?" you scoffed, “I’d rather not if it’s all the same to you.”
>”Just start unpacking the ice cream and yogurt tubs Anon, you don’t get paid to be witty.”
>”I hardly get paid at all!” you shouted as you walked towards the freezer.
>You were in that limbo between being tired and being wide awake, a warm feeling emanating from the nape of your neck.
>It felt good, but you’d give just about anything to be in your own bed right now, struggling to stay focused on the task at hand.
>You finished unpacking all the tubs of ice cream and yogurt, sitting at the counter waiting for anyone dumb enough to buy ice cream on a day like this.
>The hours passed by, the afternoon rush being pretty bearable on a chilly day like this one, a few teenagers making noise was nothing you couldn’t handle.
>In the back of your mind you were hoping Ruby would come by again, not wanting to wait to run into her at the gym.
>Considering her gym schedule, you wouldn't see her until Tuesday at the earliest.
>Once it was time to get everything cleaned up for the next shift, you couldn't help but feel a little envious of how little work they would have to do today.
>”You going home or you are you sleeping in the freezer tonight?” you asked, loud enough for Kevin to hear you.
>”I know you're joking, but I’ve been giving it a lot of thought and that’s not a half bad idea.”
>”I’ll get you a nice urn for your pelvis dust, what’s your favorite color?”
>”Green!” he shouted back.
>You finished up in record time, anything to leave early and rush home to get some much needed rest.
>You went over to Kelly’s office, giving her door a quick knock, “Can I come in?”
>”Sure, come in Anon.”
>You peeked your head through the ajar door, “Hey listen, just wanted to ask if I could leave early, have something urgent to take care of.”
>She shot you a puzzled glance, “Uh, sure I guess? Is everything cleaned up?”
>”Yep.”
>”Sure, go ahead.”
>You gave her a thumbs up, ”Thanks, Kel, you’re the best.”
>Skipping your gym visit wasn’t ideal but there was no way in hell you were going to get a workout done with an hour of sleep.
>That was a good way to put yourself on a one way trip to snap city.
>As you walked to your car you saw a blur out of the corner of your eye, looking around before chalking it up to sleep deprivation.
>”Oi, cunt!”
>Those were the last words you heard before you were doubled over in pain, the breath knocked out of you in an instant.
>You felt slaps and light punches glance your head as you bent over, some of them connecting with full force.
>You put your arms up to block the blows, ”Ow, What the fuck?!”
>Looking up, you saw the person responsible, Ruby pulling back an open hand.
>Expecting to be slapped, you reached out and grabbed her by the wrist instead.
>You reached out and took hold of her other wrist, “Calm down Ruby, what the hell are you doing?”
>You’d recovered from the initial blow by now, standing at your full height while holding her by the wrists.
>She tried to pull away from your grip, you standing your ground, “Let go.”
>“Not until you tell me why the hell you punched me in the gut.”
>She looked up at you, real anger visible in her eyes, “You know why, don’t play coy, wanker.”
>“Wait, is this about yesterday?”
>She continued attempting to break your grip, “Humans always think they can get away with chatting shit just because I’m shorter than them.”
>“Is that what this is about?” you asked, “Let me explain.”
>“Not until you let me go.”
>“Only if you promise me you’re not going to hit me in the gut again.”
>She flashed you an uneasy smile, crossing her fingers, “Fine, I promise.”
>“Somehow I don’t believe you.”
>“Let’s talk but not here, it’s too damn cold,” you said, “You like pizza? I know a great place not far from here.”
>“Why would I get food with a prick like you?”
>“Look, it’s my treat and because I’d rather not freeze to death while we talk, that alright with you?”
>She tried to avoid making eye contact with you as much as possible, instead choosing to stare at eye level, directly at your crotch, “Fine but if you haven’t explained by the time I’m done eating then I’m leaving, fair deal?”
>You realized it was kind of silly to hold her wrists steady seeing as she could've kicked you if she'd wanted to.
>You let her wrists go, bracing for another blow that never came, “Couldn’t ask for much more than that.”
>As you both made your way to your car you couldn’t help but take a glance at her, obviously thrown for a loop at your response.
>She wasn’t used to being asked to dinner, much less by someone she’d just tried to assault in public, and even less so by a human.
>“Something on your mind, Ruby?”
>“Why aren't you mad?” she asked, “I punched you in the gut and you act like nothing happened."
>You shot her a puzzled look, “Do you want me to be mad? It hurt, but I'm not mad, just confused is all.”
>As you reached your car you noticed she was having a hard time stifling her laughter.
>“What’s so funny?”
>“Where’d you get this thing, the junkyard?”
>"Very funny," you said, gently running your hand over the hood of your car.
>"Sure, she’s got a lot of miles on her but I take good care of her.”
>“If you say so,” she said, getting inside, “At least it’s clean.”
>Those cleaning habits your mother drilled into your head finally seemed to be paying off.
>“I’m a little offended right now, to be honest,” you laughed, “You might just have to buy me dinner now instead.”
>She turned to look at you, daring to finally make eye contact with you, “No offense mate but I’d sooner jump out of this car before I pay for your dinner.”
>You stared into those distracting amber pools, your brain turning into mush, unable to crank out a witty response.
>“The hell are you staring at?" she asked, turning away from you, “Something on my face or what?"
>You figured being honest might earn you some points with her, “Nah, just looking at your eyes, that’s a beautiful color.”
>She blushed at the compliment, looking out the window, “Oi… who said you could say something like that..”
>You shrugged, starting the car, “Hey, if you don’t want the truth then don’t ask.”
>You decided to make a little small talk as you drove to the pizza parlor, trying to diffuse the tension between you two a little bit, “So, you from around here or what?”
>“Born and raised here but my father had to move us around a lot for work,” she sighed, ”My mom’s a real battler for putting up with it all these years.”
>“Did you enjoy it at least?” you asked, taking a quick glance at her, “Traveling, I mean.”
>“I mean it was fun seeing so many new things but this place still feels like home to me.”
>“Yeah, I know how you feel,” you sighed, “Although I wish things were a little better around here sometimes.”
>“Like what?”
>“Been trying to find a better job for ages, no luck with that.”
>“Seems like a cushy job to me, scooping ice cream all day long.”
>“Well, that’s because you don’t have to deal with the kind of customers we get.”
>You eventually pulled up into the parking lot of Eddie & Sammy’s Pizzeria, one of the few places you could get quality NY style pizza in the south.
>“You ever been here before?”
>“Can’t say I have, think I’ve heard of it though.”
>“The pizza here is going to blow your mind then,” you said, “You’ll never want to order chain pizza ever again.”
>You start walking inside, eager to get out of the cold and into the nice, toasty store.
>It wasn't the most modern and well-decorated place, still having most of the original upholstery and decoration from when it opened twenty years ago.
>Even so, you'd been coming here since you were a kid and didn't plan to stop because of a few tears in the seats.
>“You know, for someone who works out so much you sure know a lot about Pizza.”
>You smirked, “I wasn’t always the Adonis I am now, you know.”
>She poked at your stomach, “Alright, don’t get ahead of yourself tubby.”
>“Am not,” you said, mock pouting.
>You found a booth the two of you could sit in by the front windows, taking seats across from each other.
>The seats were pretty low to the ground compared to the table, all you could see was Ruby's head above it.
>“So, no bullshit, I want you to be straight with me Ruby, why are you so pissed off at me?”
>You locked eyes with her again, “I’ve got an idea of why, but I want to hear it from you.”
>“I’ll be real with you mate, hate it when people call me short, absolutely hate it.”
>“And you think I called you short?” you laughed, “You couldn’t be further from the truth.”
>“How am I supposed to take someone telling me I need to do some stretches out of nowhere besides someone wanting to be a cunt about it?”
>“It was honest advice!” you said, “Besides, you were the one that said you wanted to be more limber in the first place.”
>The waitress cuts your conversation short, asking for your drink orders and setting a kids menu in front of Ruby.
>You saw a scowl form on her face, Ruby just about ready to let loose on the waitress, so you intervened instead.
>You frown, doing your best to look displeased, “Excuse me miss, can I get a regular menu for my date? She’s not a kid, you know.”
>Both the waitress and Ruby blushed crimson red at your question, the waitress tripping over her words.
>“God, I’m so sorry sir, let me uh- get that fixed right away, sorry,” she said as she left to get another menu.
>Ruby looked like she was burning up, staring at the ground as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
>“You didn’t have to do that, you know..” she muttered, “I can handle myself.”
>“Don’t worry about it, it’s the least I could do.”
>“Fair warning, if you call me your date again I’m going to deck you in the flute,” she mumbled, “Thank you though.”
>You smiled at the words, “You’re welcome, but point taken.”
>The waitress came back and took your full order, opting to order an extra large with pepperoni for the both of you, with two cokes to wash it down.
>After the waitress had scurried off again, you'd continued your explanation.
>”Look, I promise I was just trying to give good advice, you’d said you wanted to be more limber,” you said, “I honestly didn’t mean anything bad by it, I swear.”
>“It’s kind of my fault too mate, I blew things out of proportion.”
>She sighed deeply, looking at you with a weak smile on her face, “I’m just so used to everyone making it a point to tell me how short I am like I wasn’t already aware of it or something.”
>“Don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but I think your height suits you,” you smile, “It’s kind of cute, really.”
>“Don’t push it, cunt,” she said, avoiding your gaze, blushing again, “Sorry for hitting you though mate, I feel like a total arsehole.”
>“Honestly those were some pretty solid punches, you been practicing or something?” you ask, laughing, “But I accept your apology.”
>You extend your hand across the table, “Friends?”
>“Friends,” she said, accepting your handshake.
>”By the way, I feel like a fuckwit for asking, but I don’t think I ever caught your name.”
>”You can just call me Anon or ‘Non, I’m cool with either.”
>Your food arrived shortly after, the two of you making quick work of the massive pie, leaving nothing but crumbs, “So, best pizza you’ve ever had, or what?”
>“No contest.”
>A satisfied grin tugged at the corners of your mouth, “That’s what I like to hear.”
>You paid for the meal in its entirety and left without leaving a tip, a gesture not lost on Ruby.
>“Want me to take you home?”
>“I’d like that, thanks.”
>You opened the passenger side door for her and closed it once she was inside.
>“I gotta say, you really know how to treat a girl, for a human anyway.”
>“Just how I was raised, Mom used to get really upset with me if I didn’t do that with her or my sisters.”
>“Where do you live anyways?”
>“Hand me your phone and I’ll plug it in for you.”
>You unlocked your phone and tossed it to her, praying to the gods she wouldn’t take a peek in your gallery.
>Noticing it was taking her a while to plug the address in, you reached out to grab your phone again, ”Here, let me do it.”
>She swatted your hands away, “Nah fuck off, I’ve got it, just give me a second.”
>She tossed your phone back at you shortly and you were soon on your way to her home.
>“So if I take your stretching advice, does that mean you’re going to take mine?”
>“Remind me what your advice was again?”
>“I told you that you needed some more cardio so you wouldn’t end up a fucked cunt every workout, mate.”
>“But I already do cardio most days.”
>“Not enough apparently,” she scoffed, “How’s this, you come on my morning jogs a few times a week and we’ll see if I can’t whip you into shape, deal?”
>“I’ve got my shitty job to deal with, remember?”
>“What time do you get in?”
>“9 AM, why?”
>“You’ll be fine then, I’m usually out of the house by 6, maybe 6:30 at the latest.”
>You pulled up to the address she plugged into your phone, a fairly nice neighborhood by the looks of things.
>“Think you can handle it or is it too much for you, mate?” she smirked, “Tell you what, just give me a call tomorrow morning if you’re up for it.”
>She started to get out of your car, making sure she had all her belongings first.
>“Wait, I don’t have your phone number!”
>“Check your phone, dickhead,” she said, blowing a raspberry at you as she sauntered away to her apartment.
>You helped yourself to another nice long look at her ass until she was out of sight.
>If she didn't do squats that ass was God's gift to mankind.
>You quickly unlocked your phone, noticing she’d left her number in your contacts and her social media as well.
>“This fucking girl…” you shook your head as you began to drive home.
>After the kind of day you’d had you were exhausted, rushing to get out of your clothes as fast as possible as soon as you made it home and jumping right into bed.
>It was hard to accept it, but the little time you'd spent with Ruby today was the best quality time you've shared with anyone in a while.
>Her sailor's mouth was kind of endearing after you got used to hearing some of the stuff that'd come out of it.
>Hell, you still didn't even understand half of the obscenities she'd tell you on a regular basis.
>As you laid there and thought about everything that had happened today, you thought about the proposition that Ruby had made you.
>Sure, you’d have to wake up two hours earlier but you’d get to see her considerable assets bouncing around in all their glory for those two hours.
>Safe to say your dick was making the decisions for your sleep-deprived self.
>Plus, you'd be getting some solid exercise early in the morning, hard to say no to that.
>How bad could it be, anyway?
>That was your final thought before your sleep-deprived body finally gave into the overwhelming warmth of your sheets.

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