“Want to go get snacks?”, Soap asked you as you were in front of the TV. Snacks were your favorite things ever, being a cat-hybrid, you liked those things a lot.

You immediately nodded your head at him, eyes sparkling. Soon enough, you were in the car, but Soap weirdly drove past the store. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Sorry, love, don’t scratch me, okay?”, he said as he parked in front of the hybrid veterinarian. God, what a liar he was. You felt his hand ruffling your hair for reassurance.