"Snookums!" cooed the countertenor, "Your home!" 

"Yes, my sweetpea," the shorter man panted to his pale lover, "their was a very conveniently timed fire drill so we got out early, butt look what was on the doorstep!" 

The curly haired man took of his coat, and showed his well dressed soulmate the content of his closed fist, super excited, because the fashionista had said no pets, because they shed, butt this one was so tiny, surely it'd be okay?

"Aarghkgxkgdeitdoy! What is that thing?!" howled the taller man, surely he wouldn't bring a dirty spider into they're perfectly clean home?!