“This place is awesome!”
Faz ran around their Las Vegas suite. His long, lanky frame was dressed in a wrinkled T-shirt and jeans, a sharp contrast to the immaculate turban. He looked everywhere, opening drawers and poking his head into bedroom doors like a hamster checking out a new tunnel system.
Zack winced at the thought of hamsters, feeling a little guilty. He’d dropped off Veobos at the pet sitting service again before he left, and Tina had once again given her speech about how much the hamster missed him when he was gone. Zack seriously doubted that. He didn’t exactly spend a ton of time with the hamster. Maybe he should fix that. Take him on walks or whatever you did with hamsters. At least buy him a new wheel.
Well, he was in Vegas for the next week. The hamster would have to wa
