Soap had never had a pet before. Which probably made sense why he wasn’t all that good at looking after your new hamster’s safety.

“Where the hell are you?” He mumbled in panic, looking around the whole room, under the sofas and on the bookshelves.

He had somehow managed to lose the damn pet within three hours of having it.

He frowned, running a hand through his mohawk before noticing the damn hamster inside of its cage. Right infront of his eyes.