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You hum to yourself as you pull up to the local pet store. Things have been a little lonely at your apartment lately, so you’ve decided that you want to get a hybrid to brighten things up. You want something sweet and affectionate, maybe a kitten or something similar, as you explain to the worker as she leads you through to the hybrid pen at the back of the store,
“Yeah, we have loads of cat and dog hybrids, as you can see,” She tells you, leaning on the glass fencing from the outside as you’re swarmed by excited hybrids, most quite young, “They’re mostly young ones, since the older ones aren’t as desirable. I assume you’ll be wanting a puppy? They’re our most popular breed,” She continues, and you nod vaguely. You’re far too distracted by the puppy that’s rolled onto it’s back for you,
“You’re so cute!” You coo, rubbing his belly gently as his ears fall back. If you could work here for a living, just cuddling these cute hybrids all day, you would! A few introduce themselves in very baby-like language, but that’s expected. Hybrids are treated like pets more times than not, even though they have the ability to think like humans. You decide quite quickly that you want a slightly older hybrid, with more developed speech. The worker looks at you like you’re crazy when you say that, and you realise that she won’t be much help.
The things is that you’re kind of looking for a companion, not a mindless pet. If you wanted that, you would’ve asked to see the actual cats and dogs. The best thing about hybrids is that they can be good friends, and help out around the house. That’s what you really want, and that’s why you can tell this puppy hybrid (as cute as he is) isn’t the one. At that moment, you feel something tap your shoulder. You turn around and come face to face with someone just a little shorter than you.
He doesn’t look much like a hybrid, but the collar around his neck reads ‘Yoongi’. You’re about to open your mouth to speak when a shiny pebble is thrust into your hands, and the boy turns around with a furious blush on his face before waddling off quickly. You’re sure you can hear him congratulate himself on not backing out. Just before you get up to thank the boy, the worker rolls her eyes obnoxiously,
“Sorry about that. That’s the penguin hybrid. It’s really weird and nobody wants it. He’s older too, and nobody wants a hybrid that exotic but we can’t throw him out. I’ve never seen him give a pebble out before, though. He keeps some collection and I have no clue where he’s found them,” She sighs, but you pay it no mind. You follow the penguin hybrid (trying not to coo over it’s cute waddle) over to a small swimming pool at the back of the pen, and spot a large collection of pebbles in the corner,
“Yoongi, is it?” You ask softly, and the hybrid squeaks in surprise and falls over. You go to help him up, but Yoongi does it himself. You smile fondly at him and show him the pebble again, “Thank you for the pebble, it’s very nice. I’m sure it must be one of your favourites?” You probe gently and Yoongi hesitates slightly before nodding,
“I wanted to give you a pretty one, and that one’s my favourite,” Yoongi tells you, speaking with some strange mix of confidence and shyness. It’s sweet, and you find yourself nearly bursting with affection for the cute penguin hybrid, “Okay, goodbye,” He finishes and you barely stifle your laugh. Yoongi turns around and plops himself down in front of his pebbles and starts organising them.
You want that one.