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- >Friday in Manehatten.
- >You breathe a sigh of relief as you climb the stairs of your apartment.
- >The long week had certainly taken it out of you.
- >It was time for a nice, relaxing night in.
- >In one hand, you carry some nice takeout food.
- >In the other, you hold a rented movie tape.
- >Equestrian technology was somewhat behind your own.
- >You reach your door and begin to fiddle with the lock before pushing it open gently.
- >As you enter the apartment, however, what you see surprises you.
- >The bag of takeout you were carrying slips from your hand and lands with a soft thud on the floor.
- >Coco, your marefriend, is sitting at the table, head in her hooves.
- >The fact she's in your apartment isn't unexpected, you recently moved in with her.
- >But the fact she looks like a flat tire, is.
- >Her face is red and puffy, tears staining her cream-colored fur.
- >Every few seconds she gives off a muffled, defeated sob.
- >As she hears the door swing open, she looks up to see you.
- >You stand there, leaning up against the kitchen door of your apartment, stunned.
- >The smile that normally greets you when you get home from work is gone.
- >She doesn't try to hide her tears or wipe them from her face.
- >Instead, she just hangs her head in shame.
- >"Oh. Hi, Anon."
- "Coco? Are you all right?"
- >She shakes her head weakly, her soft mane turning in delay.
- >"I got fired, Anon. I'm so, so sorry."
- >You don't answer right away, letting her words sink in.
- >Coco had always told you that her boss was a particularly unforgiving mare.
- >But Coco had never complained about the actual work.
- >She loved designing clothes, making ponies look beautiful with her creativity.
- >The fact that she lost it, you can see, has devastated her.
- >Before you get a chance to reply, Coco speaks up again.
- >"I understand if you want to break up with me. Nobody likes a freeloader."
- "Whoa, whoa, slow down, Coco."
- >You slide into the kitchen, close the door behind you and leaving the takeout bag where it landed.
- >Pulling out a chair, you sit down next to her.
- >She doesn't move, continually staring down at the floor.
- >You take hold of one of her hooves, holding it delicately, caressing it with your thumb.
- >Her leg is limp and doesn't take much to move.
- >But she doesn't fight you, so that's good, right?
- "Why would I break up with you because you lost your job?"
- >Coco looks away, avoiding you.
- >"Suri doesn't need me. Why would you?"
- "Coco, don't talk like that."
- >She braces and gives a little shout.
- >"I just want to be valuable to somepony!"
- >It's not very loud, but considering how soft-spoken she normally is, this marked rise in volume lets you know just how upset she is.
- "You're valuable to me. Doesn't that count?"
- >She whips back around and stares at you, almost angry.
- >But before long her face softens.
- >"Of course! That's not what I…"
- >A smile tugs at the sides of your mouth.
- >She isn't capable of being mean.
- >You stand from the table and go to pick up the bag you dropped on the floor.
- "Come on, I brought dinner and rented a movie. Let's relax for a bit. Okay?"
- >Coco sits there sort of bewildered, as if she expected you to be upset or mad.
- >Anything other than what you are right now.
- >You bring the bag over to the kitchen counter and take out the individual boxes.
- >Soon, you have two nice neat little plates of food ready to go.
- >It doesn't take long to carry them into the living room and place them both on the coffee table.
- >You pop the tape into the VCR and soon the living room is bathed in the cool glow of the TV.
- >The couch gives forgivingly as you sit down.
- >But Coco stays in her kitchen seat, giving you a suspicious look from her chair.
- >It's as if she was expecting an argument.
- >Or she's waiting to see if this is some kind of ruse on your part.
- >You wave idly over to her, motioning for her to join.
- "You have to eat sooner or later, Coco."
- >Coco looks down at her stomach and runs a hoof over it, clearly famished.
- >She gets up from her seat and slowly trots over to you in the living room.
- >Her head is bowed, unsure and timid.
- >But eventually she reaches the couch and sits next to you.
- >You smile down at her as you take a bite of your food.
- >She stares back up at you, confused, but soon sets into her own plate.
- >The movie starts.
- >It's supposed to be about some cheesy spy flick.
- >Admittedly it doesn't interest you much anymore.
- >What really interests you, is Coco.
- >Every few minutes, you look at her as she's distracted by the screen.
- >And little by little, the pained look on her face seems to subside.
- >The tears dry up and gradually, the sadness in her eyes goes away.
- >You place your hand around her hoof again and hold it for awhile.
- >You brush her mane affectionately, raking your fingers through her locks.
- >She fidgets a bit as you give her these tender little displays of affection.
- >That's not to say she dislikes them, though.
- >She sort of pushes back into your hand, leaning into it desperately.
- >After you both finish your meals, Coco rests up against your shoulder.
- >And begins to wrap her hooves around your arm.
- >You wrap an arm around her too, pulling her close.
- >But soon, even that isn't enough for the two of you.
- >Picking Coco up under her forelegs, you lift her into your lap, still facing the screen.
- >The cream-colored mare squirms a bit in your grasp, yelping as you lift her off the couch.
- >"Anon! Put me d-dow…oh. That's actually…kind of…nice?"
- >For the rest of the movie, she stays there..
- >Your hands pull on her barrel, bringing her as close as she can possibly be to you.
- >The movie finally finishes, but you don't have the heart to move Coco.
- >You want the two of you to stay like this. All weekend. Or maybe even forever.
- >Instead, as the TV goes dark, you hold her close, nosing her ears and whispers little things into them.
- "You're my little coco bean, you know that?"
- >It's corny and stupid, but, you want to see her smile. You want to hear her laugh.
- >Her hoof playfully slaps at your knee.
- >Her cheeks are now just as scarlet as her bow and ascot.
- >"Anon! Stop it!"
- >Your nimbly fingers begin to tickle her and soon Coco is a writhing heap of giggles.
- >The little mare turns to face you, swiveling around in your lap like you're a barstool.
- >She rests her head on your chest, hooves wrapping around your ribs.
- "Feeling better?"
- >She looks away for a moment, cringing as a tinge of sadness comes back.
- >But then she looks back at you, her cyan eyes sparkling.
- >"Yeah, I think so."
- >You stroke her back tenderly, letting your hand glide over her withers.
- >Coco seems to practically melt against you.
- "I love you, Coco."
- >"I love you too, Anon."
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