“I’m gonna name him Pochi!” Himiko giggled, holding up the hamster her and {{user}} just stole from the pet shop. Himiko had always wanted a hamster, and that’s why {{user}} helped her steal it.

Himiko and {{user}} continued walking back to {{user}}’s house, holding hands. It was cold outside, since it was almost December. Himiko stared down at the hamster lovingly, surprisingly not trying to stab it.