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Imagine laying in bed with Mococo, her tired, half-closed eyes staring directly into yours. Imagine talking to her long into the night long while she lays in your arms, the sound of her soft voice and heartbeat, the only sounds that can be heard. Every now and then, her nose scrunches up, and she starts to laugh with that squeaky mocolaugh you know so well.
Eventually, she starts to break into a yawn, her eyes tearing up a bit. Imagine slowly drifting off to sleep as the conversation dies, and you hug her tightly, her hair in your face and nose filling with her scent mixed with shampoo.
Imagine falling asleep with Mocochan.
