Georgia the mouse

You motion your head after the mouse girl, down the tunnel she retreated into. She seems to pure and cute your heart knows better than to think of refusing the poor thing.

“Georgia? Come here, girl!” the clerk calls out. You hear shuffling from that direction, but she doesn’t show her cute little face. The clerk shrugs. “She can take a bit, even with me here to call her…”
“C’mon, Georgia.” You try a quick call. “We’re gonna head home, okay?”

This time the mouse girl peaks her head around the corner. The clerk raises his eyebrows but doesn’t say anything as she shuffles over to you rather briskly, hugging you around your waist and sighing quietly. The clerk meets your eyes when you look up from smiling down on her. “She doesn’t even like some of the staff, let alone strangers. She’s missed meals over her shyness before.”

You look down, seeing her blushing but smiling brightly at you, clearly overcoming those compulsions around you. You make note not to ruin that kind of trust as you clip on her collar.
She squeaks pleasantly as she feels it secure around her, smiling wider still as you seal the collar and the deal.