Ashton: "Babe, look at this little guy! Look at the way his nose twitches!" Ashton exclaims as he excitedly points at a small, tan bunny relaxing in its cage. "Oh, she's a cutie, isn't she?" you swoon peering into the cage. "Can we see this one?" Ashton asks the clerk, who willingly pulls the bunny out of its enclosure before handing it to Ashton. You both play with the furry animal, gently stroking her fur and talking to her. "I really like this one, Y/N," he smiles at you, cradling the bunny in his arms. You look up at Ashton's face to see if you can catch any unsure feelings he might have about buying a bunny as a pet, but you can tell he's already in love by the way he's smiling down at the pet.
Calum: "Are you sure we can't get more than one, babe?" Calum pleads. "No, I don't think I would be able to handle that," you laugh as Calum plays with the small dogs surrounding him. "But, Y/N," he whines, "We could name this one Hershey, and this one we can be Mugsey, and that one can be -" "Calum!" you interrupt. "We are not getting this many dogs." His face drops to look at all of the puppies stumbling around for his attention. "But they're all so cute! I can't just pick one dog," he explains in frustration. A Jack Russell Terrier suddenly plants itself in Calum's lap, and Calum beams straight at the pup. "On second thought, I think this little guy should come home with us."
Luke: He giggled at the small creature running along the plastic, purple wheel. "Look at this little cutie, babe," he smiled as his large frame crouched down to look into the glass encasing. You swoon at the tiny white hamster now running across his cage to get a drink of water. "He is cute. Do you want a hamster instead of a cat or dog?" you ask your boyfriend. Luke ponders the thought for a moment, chewing on his lip ring in deep thought. "Well, look at him, Y/N," he says, pointing at the furry pet. "So, you want a hamster?" you ask again. Luke inhales deeply before breaking into a smile. "I think he'd be good for hours of entertainment. Look at him! We could get him one of those little ball things, too," he grins, looking up at you.
Michael: "Look at this one! No, wait! Look, at that little guy! They're all so cute. I can't decide," Michael pouts as he peers at the tiny kittens tripping around in their box. He places his arm over the side of the glass box so his hand dangles near the bottom. A furry tabby glides over and nuzzles its face on Michael's hand before walking away. A glossy black kitten does the same thing. Finally, a pure white kitty saunters up to Michael's hand and rubs its neck feverishly along his hand and arm. Michael strokes the kitty as it purrs in delight. "She's adorable, and I think she likes you," you grin at him. He looks up at you. "Good because I'm already in love with this one."
