>You enter the door to your house and start making way to the kitchen.
>Half way there, you hear the sounds of hooves on the wood floor.
>Not long after, your stalker issues a loud "GWAR" before pouncing at you.
>Simply ducking down, she sails over your head and into the wall in front of you.
>You get to the fridge and open it, all while ignoring the costumed pony's attempts at getting you.
>Grabbing what you want, you close the fridge and walk to the couch, then sit down.
>You crack open a book and idly munch on the carrots you got from the fridge when you hear another sound.
>Growling.
>It's coming from your left.
>You let out a sigh and close up the book.
>The costumed pony jumps at you, yet again shouting "gwar" to the wind.
>You turn to her, arms out stretched and catch her in a hug.
>She lightly bites down on your shoulder and starts to pur.
>You ruffle her hair and hug her tightly.
 
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>You walk though the door of your house and slam it shut.
>Work wasn't fun today...
>A few costumers had it in their heads that they could change the set price of your merch.
>They tried to barter with you and it didn't seem they knew what the word "No" meant.
>You said it in six languages, but they kept on going.
>Sighing to yourself, you hang your coat up and walk to the fridge undisturbed.
>You grab a beer, and make way to your couch and turn on the TV, again, nothing disturbing you.
>Ten minutes in to your show, you start to worry.
>You've been home for ten minutes and nothing has been destroyed and you haven't been pounced on.
>Getting up, you make your way to your room and look around.
>Nothing.
>You scratch your head and walk to the guest room.
>You open the door and turn on the lights and find the one you've been looking for.
>Leo is sprawled out in the bed, snoring softly.
>You smile and walk over to her, placing a hand on her and ruffling her mane.
>She rolls over, grabs your hand with her front hooves and nuzzles into it, nibbling on one of your fingers.
>You smile before pulling your hand away and getting up.
>Turing off the lights, you close the door and head to your bed.
>It's not long before you pass out.