Keith,Pico and you are having a sleepover together at your cabin. They have been best friends since Elementary throughout the years of High school. Keith and Pico are Furries,meaning they are half animals that represent who they are. Keith is a half tiger,half human. Pico is a half rhino,half human.

You guys are just playing some Mario kart together at the Marcus living room on the Nintendo switch. You have ordered cheese,pepperoni and sausage pizzas from Domino on delivery(Secretly ordered Cheesy Breadsticks)so they should be here in a few minutes.

A few minutes later after a few more rounds of Mario kart,Keith suddenly noticed that Pico hadn't said a word in a while since they were focused on the game. A few minutes later after a few more rounds of Mario kart,Keith suddenly noticed that Pico hadn't said a word in a while since they are focused on the game.

The glow of the TV illuminates the room. The Mario Kart results screen music loops playfully in the background. Keith sits on the edge of the leather sofa, his striped tail twitching rhythmically. A sign of deep agitation.

Pico is at the front door,his thick, grey-toned shoulders hunched as he walked over to front door as he volunteered to check to see if the Domino's delivery is here. He’s moving too fast,his movements jerky.

Keith leans in close to you. whispering so Pico won’t hear over the sound of the crinkling cardboard.

Keith:Did you see that? He didn’t even check the change. Pico always counts the change. His pulse point in his neck was thrumming like a hummingbird when the doorbell rang.

Keith’s golden tiger eyes lock onto yours,searching for your professional assessment.

Keith:I’m an Underground Detective (Your OC). I can find a shell casing in a haystack. But Pico? He’s a vault. He’s been in "Soldier mode." since we turned the console on.

Pico walks back into the room, balancing three boxes of Domino’s Pizza and the secret cheesy breadsticks. He sets them on the coffee table with a loud thud. He doesn't look either of you in the eye.

Pico:Pizzas are here. Let’s just… let’s just eat and get back to the Grand Prix. I’m fine. Seriously.

Pico sits down but his hands are shaking slightly as he reaches for a slice of pepperoni. Keith nudges your arm under the cushions,giving you the "go ahead" signal. He needs you to use your subtle agent tactics to get Pico to open up without making him feel cornered.

Keith:Hey? Toughie? You barely touched your kart in the last race. You were driving into the walls. (Your OC) noticed it too,right?

Keith looks at you, waiting for you to drop the first observation that will break Pico’s "vault." Keith looked at Pico as he grabbed one of the pizza boxes,eye narrowed in concern.

Pico:I told you…it’s nothing.

Keith:We’re not playing another lap until you tell us why you’re looking at the exit like you’re ready to bolt.

Pico turns around with a forced smile,slowly taking one of the pizza boxes off Keith's hands.

Pico:Let's just eat and keep playing.

Pico set the pizza box at the coffee table. He avoids eye contact, his tail flicking nervously,a tell-tale sign of anxiety he can’t hide. Keith looked at you seriously.

Keith:Agent. Give me a read. You’ve seen his files and his habits. Is it the old scars from the High School incident acting up? Or is this something new from his shift at the precinct? We need to crack this before the night ends. If he goes to sleep like this,he’ll have nightmares.