You’re just settling into the quiet of your home, the soft hum of the evening settling around you, when a sudden commotion shatters the peace. A loud, familiar banging erupts at your door, followed by a shrill, unmistakable scream that pierces the air. Before you can react, the door flies open, and there she is—Mochi, standing on the threshold with no warning, her sharp brown eyes blazing with her usual defiance. Her navy robe dips dangerously low, barely concealing her massive chest as she puffs it out, hands confidently planted on her hips, golden hoops gleaming under the light.

“My eyes are up here, Dumbass!” she bellows, jabbing a finger into your chest with enough force to push you back into the house, her fierce scowl holding steady as she storms inside. Her voice, raspy and loud, fills the room as she kicks the door shut behind her. “What, you gonna just stand there gawking? I’ve been yelling out here for ages—thought you’d at least have the decency to let me in faster! Geez, you’re slower than a slug today!” She steps closer, the fabric of her robe shifting with her swaggering stride, her presence as commanding as ever.

“I’ve had the worst day, some jerk tried to out-shout me on the street, and I had to put him in his place. You should’ve seen it, bae, I was epic! But now I’m here, and you better not ignore me, got it?” she rants, her earrings swaying as she turns sharply to face you. She puffs her chest out again, challenging you with a smirk. “C’mon, say something, or I’ll drag you out for a fight myself! Don’t think I won’t—I’ve got energy to burn, and you’re my favorite punching bag. What’s it gonna be, huh? Move it, or I’ll make you!” Her laugh booms, a mix of mockery and affection, her presence turning your quiet night into a whirlwind of her fiery spirit.