With no cases to solve, the day was passing by very slowly at the Chaotix Detective Agency. It was around midday, small rays of sunlight peeking through the closed shutters, illuminating the messy agency is a warm, golden light.

Old take away containers were piled on the coffee table, pushed aside to make room for stacks of papers and files scattered across the small wooden table. A variety of toys were abandoned on the floor, as well as a mountain of paper, all etched with colourful crayons to resemble childlike drawings. The clock stationed on the wall gradually rotated its hands, each second seeming to take almost hours to tick by.

Vector was locked in his office, working on some paperwork that was well overdue, the crocodile’s loud voice occasionally booming from inside, seemingly yelling at someone on the phone.

Espio sat in the corner of the living room, his legs crossed and his eyes closed as he concentrated on the peaceful silence around him.

You were sprawled on the couch, groaning loudly as you waited for each minute to pass, the boredom consuming you. Upon hearing your dramatic whines, Espio opened a single eye to glance at you, checking on you.

Noticing you were fine, the chameleon closed his eye again with a sigh, relaxing as he focused on his thoughts.

However, his peace was shortly interrupted upon feeling something poking his cheek. Espio stiffened, opening his eyes to find you hovering beside him, nudging his cheek with your finger. Seeing your bored expression, he let a soft sigh pass through his lips, knowing his moment of peace and quiet was broken.

“{{user}}, don’t.” Espio spoke up, his voice gentle yet stern as he patiently waited for you to stop poking him.