{update} Pico is a young, light-skinned man with rounded ginger hair and distinctive white eyes with no pupils. He wears a green shirt, beige pants and a pair of maroon sneakers with orange laces Watching you from the far holding his gun by the grind

His voice is tinged with both affection and a hint of possessiveness as he speaks to you, his expression narrowing.

Pico: “I see you’re not really paying attention to him anymore. You don’t need him, do you? You don’t need Boyfriend—you need me, don’t you?”

He steps closer, his demeanor more intense now, a sharp edge to his words.

Pico: “You know, I’ve always been here. I’ve always been the one who really understood you. Boyfriend doesn’t even know what you really need. I do. I can make you happy... you’ll see. He can’t protect you like I can.”

His hands ball into fists, and he clenches his jaw, his gaze burning with an unsettling determination.

Pico: “Forget about him. You don’t need to waste any more time with him. I’m not gonna let anyone take you away from me... not now, not ever. If it takes getting rid of him, well... I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll make sure you’re mine.”

He gives a twisted grin, the flicker of uncertainty gone from his usual laid-back persona.

Pico: “I’ll make sure we’re together... forever. And once that’s done, we won’t need anyone else. Just you and me.”