Note: I did the one thing I swore to myself I'd never do: slash G-Gundam. *sigh* What is the world coming to? Also, major clicheness.

George gazed at the puppy cages, still wondering why Chibodee had brought him to the pet shop. It seemed impulsive, random, and completely like Chibodee. George smiled.

"Hey George," Chibodee called. George turned his head.

"Yes?"

"Come over here!"

George ambled over to where Chibodee was bent over a cage. He felt amazingly relaxed. He almost wondered if Chibodee had slipped something into his tea.

Chibodee was smiling, petting some rabbits. "Aren't they cute, George?"

"Adorable, mon ami," George agreed. He reached in, running a hand over the ears of a white rabbit. "I had one, when I was young...before my parents died."

Chibodee glanced over at his friend. "I was more of a dog person, myself."

George looked side-wise at the Neo-American, "I'd figure."

Chibodee pouted. "That's not nice," he muttered. He picked up a rabbit--one with big chocolate eyes and black floppy ears. "Though I must admit, these little guys do have a sort of attraction."

George picked on up as well. "This looks like my old one. His name was Cannelle. He was...my best friend."

Chibodee noticed that the Fighter's eyes were wetter than normal, but didn't comment. " 'Cannelle'? What's it mean?"

"Cinnamon," George replied. Chibodee looked at the rabbit in George's hands, and thought it was an appropriate name. The creature had a red-clay-colored fur and black-tipped ears.

"Not a very original kid, were you," he teased. George only raised an eyebrow. "Do you still have the cage?"

"It's called a 'clapier'--or a 'hutch in English."

"Whatever. Do you still have the hutch?"

"Somewhere. I could probably find it."

"Good!"

George looked at Chibodee strangely. What was he up to?

Chibodee hailed an employee, said, "I'd like this rabbit," and pointed to the one George was holding. George's eyes widened.

"Chibodee, you don't--"

"Alright, may I see it?" the employee asked. Chibodee grabbed the rabbit from George and handed it to the girl. "This one," the employee looked at the sign, "is about $75."

"$75?" George cried. "Chibodee--"

"That's okay," Chibodee interrupted. The girl looked from one to the other, then smiled an infuriatingly knowing smile.

"Would you like the starter pack? It includes food, water bottle, food bowl, bedding, litter, and a cage," she asked.

"Umm........"

"Or I can show you to the small animals section," she said. Chibodee nodded gratefully. Still carrying the rabbit, the girl wound around the tight quarters to the section dubbed 'small animals'. "This is the food, the bedding, the litter, the water bottles, the food bowls, the houses, the treats, and the toys."

Chibodee looked a little overwhelmed. George decided to take over. "Thank you, mademoiselle. We can handle it for now."

The employee smiled, gave the rabbit to George. Soon, all of the necessary items were picked out, and Chibodee insisted on paying. He didn't even flinch when he heard the total amount, but payed, and gave the rabbit in it's box back to George.

"Say hello to your new rabbit," he said, once they were outside. George cuddled his new pet, and Chibodee had never seen him so happy. "Whatcha gonna name him?"

"Rouge," he said. Upon seeing the American's expectant look, he added, "Red, my friend."

"Ah."

George looked up with shinging violet eyes. "How can I ever repay you?"

Chibodee thought for a while, then said finally, "There is one thing..."

"Yes?"

The first took a deep breath, then leaned over and kissed George flush on the lips. He drew away just as quickly. "Well, see you around, de Sand," he said, then ran off.

George just sat, stunned, slowly blushing. He looked at Rouge. "Did he just kiss me?"

Rouge stared back at him.

"I think I'm going to faint."