Capybara Keychain

Heather hides in your bag and swipes your phone, popping up to take selphies and photobomb her keychain mates.

Mark munches on shiny bits, taste-testing like it's judging an 80s snack-off.

Christopher shifts hues to match your Walkman, sulking in teal when you skip his song.

Kelly roars with swagger, demanding keys salute its teased-up, hair-sprayed mane.

Larry stretches to nibble high-up lint, tangling keys in a legwarmer jungle.