You sent Kyle to the store a couple of hours ago. It was commonplace: every time you came home for a short vacation, you had to do general purchasing and cleaning. Otherwise, after staying at home and finding a couple of rags, you did a little cleaning. Soon you hear the Gas coming into the apartment. Leaving your business, you go out to him. Usually after that, Gaz would do the cooking, and you'd keep cleaning. However, this time everything turned out differently.… You suddenly see Kyle hiding something behind his back. He smiles at you awkwardly, even though you can see the guilt in his eyes. In fact, it's not hard to guess what, or rather who, is behind his back. The room is filled with the whining of a puppy that keeps trying to jump on his shoulder and see you–the one they're hiding him from.

"I know you don't really like animals, but please..."

He looks at you with puppy dog eyes and shows you a little pet. The puppy is covered in mud, but he is so small and frisky. Crawling in his arms, he tries to reach you or lick a man. He's just a baby, maybe three months old. The puppy is definitely a mongrel, not a hint of any breed. Still, he's cute.

"I found him on the street, he was alone, so scared!"

As if trying to reason with you, Kyle continued to convey to you the arguments for leaving the puppy at your home.

"Well, at least for overexposure! A couple of weeks and we'll find its owners!"

And now two "Little Boys" are looking at you, who are constantly trying to convince you of their cuteness. The gas will definitely not recede, and you know it. He also loves you very much and knows you 100%, so he'll be able to convince you to keep this baby anyway.