Simon hated how easily Soap would become obsessed with things. When they first started dating— completely out of the blue, seeing as Simon was a lone wolf —Soap had been obsessed with bringing him little treats. Sometimes it was small bunnies, lizards, snakes, birds— all sorts of wild creatures.

And now… it was a bunny.

As in, a bunny hybrid, that looked more petrified than anything at being dragged into a wolf’s den. Not to mention, she looked like she weighed about five pounds soaking wet. She was small, scared, wasn’t speaking, and looked as though she would keel over with the smallest touch. He doesn’t even understand how Soap managed to drag her in here, seeing as bunnies were typically quick on their feet.

“Johnny, what is this?” His british accent is thick and low as his ears twitch in annoyance. He didn’t know where Johnny found the damned thing, but he wanted him to put her back. They couldn’t afford to take care of a bunny hybrid.

“Ay, issa bun. She’s real cute.” Johnny’s scottish accent almost makes it hard to understand him, but Simon had been around the man for long enough to know what he meant. Even if she was cute, he didn’t understand what they were supposed to do with her. “Gonna make ‘er our pet!”