Keroro bit his nails nervously. When was Tamama going to wake up? His palms were soaked and sticky with sweat and his stomach did a flip around. He heard footsteps and flicked his head around to see Giroro walking in, blushing furiously. The Sergeant took in a deep breath and exhaled loudly, puffing out his cheeks as the breath left his body.
The Corporal was obviously having a better time with him; the person he liked just was talking to him casually. Giroro stretched to get a better view of the couch and frowned; Tamama was still laying there limply, as if she was dead as a doornail and not ready to move for anything. He muttered to Keroro out of the corner of his mouth, "I-I hope she'll be ok..." He sounded doubtful, thought and it didn't cheer the Sergeant up at all. The red-adorned human-turned Keronian squinted his eyes and asked back in his regular gruff tone, "Keroro! You're supposed to be wtahing her! Is she even breathing?!" Keroro whipped around and pressed his hand hard on her rib cage, feeling for the steady beat and the slow breathing of the Private Second Class. The soft thump came and the up and down motion of her chest was fine; he sighed in relief. He suddenly fell into a crumpled heap on the floor, exhausted by the day's event and leaned against the front of the couch. Giroro walked toward him, a look of obvious uncertainty spreading across his face. He sat down next to Keroro and licked his lips.
"How do you do it?"
Keroro furrowed his brow in confusion, "What do you mean?"
"How do you stay so calm around Tamama? Everytime I'm around Natsumi I never can keep my cool like you can."
The Sarge scratched his head, "Erm... She's part of my platoon?"
"But you like her, don't you?" Giroro inquired, quite honestly.
Keroro's face turned bright red before he burst out in a fit of laughter, "Me? Like Tamama?"
Keroro wiped his tears, unaware that anyone else could be listening.
"DAMN IT KERORO WHY!?" The chair said from outside the realm of the others. He turned out to be a fan of KeroTama I guess.
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Tamama would have burst into a fit out tears had she been able. The fuzzy feeling was now replaced with a tingly one, like when you cut off your circulation for a bit too long, but all over her body. She wished she would just die now. Keroro hated her, too. Everyone did. If only she wasn't stuck like this. Today was not her day.
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Kururu laughed down in his lab. He had taken a great liking to Hello Kitty and was wearing some footsie pajamas with them on. He basked in the dull glow of his large monitor.


OK guy I'm so sorry I will write five thousand words next chapter I never have time anymore. My work has improved greatly though and I hope to write more stories that make this story seem like total poop. ;A; this is the third time I tried posting this chapter so I hope it works!