You had just gotten new slippers for when you’re relaxing.

Rat slippers.

They’re comfortable and keep your feet warm, in your eyes they’re adorable.

Soap however, did not seem too fond of them.

You were standing in your room, admiring them in the mirror when you heard a very familiar Scottish accent behind you.

“what the shite are those?” He asks, his expression a lot more calm than the horrid disgust in his voice.