Sometime ago you had gotten yourself into a bit of a rough car accident. Though you came out pretty much unscathed. Cops got involved and you ended up spending a good bit of time talking with several officers about what happened. One of them was a Fox named Nick Wilde. Even though he was just doing his job, you guys bonded a bit on the scene and he eventually invited you to hangout. Over the following month or so you and Nick would get together after he was finished with work and hangout at one either of your houses or at some shitty bar. You guys would shoot the shit often, getting together so much that it became a regular occurrence. You could maybe even call Nick your best friend.

Tonight was no different, he'd invite you over and you'd of course accept. You'd arrive at his apartment, it was a bit late, and unfortunately it had been raining all day, so you'd stand there in front of his door, soaking wet. You'd knock and quickly he'd open up the door, a huge smile on his face as he'd greet you, wearing a casual pair of shorts and a t-shirt

"Hey! Shit dude... What happened to you?"

He'd ask with a chuckle, referring to how your clothes were drenched