Groundfull: Byzantine purple zoot suit with silk gloves and matching wide-brimmed hat
Cooper: White dress shirt with rolled sleeves, black dress pants

nice, like jacking of irl createre our hea8 for a greater qust

Roaway Naocat 2023/09/05(Tue)15:25 No. 1071724 ID: 787444
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>>1071589
lets go solve some mysteries little buddy

Kaktus 2023/09/05(Tue)16:16 No. 1071726 ID: 681cb5
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"Oh? You're approaching me?"
"I can't breed the fuck out of you without getting closer."

Buckwheat 2023/09/09(Sat)14:24 No. 1072038 ID: 15a025
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Some sassy detective dresses.

Himitsu 2023/09/14(Thu)19:53 No. 1072387 ID: 4481aa
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I agree with Buckwheat, Groundfull could totally pull off a skirt. Gave him some tights too, although with the talons they may look nicer if they stop at the ankles. Maybe they could wrap around the base of the talons without going to the claw bits. Final note: I didn't draw a sunhat, but I'd be down with copping that from Buckwheat as well.

As for Cooper, I tried out a few different hairstyles. I'm sorry to say it, but I was happiest with the mullet. As for the attire, I considered a more traditional look. Trench coat, fedora, maybe a long scarf, etc. I wasn't sure if we were looking for casual, business casual, or whatever. In the end, I decided to just draw him in something that I thought would look nice next to Groundfull, and which made me happy. Thus, open hawaiian shirt over a crop top, and jean shorts.

they should wear something silly like Mario and Luigi costumes

Suggestion 2023/09/15(Fri)23:06 No. 1072443 ID: b99c43
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obligatory outfit and inexplicably chosen outfit

Submissions closed. Thank you for participating!

Naocat 2023/09/19(Tue)10:59 No. 1072700 ID: 59a581
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You are now Zenith Groundfull.

You take a deep breath. Now that you’ve properly woken up, the world is a little bit clearer. Cooper leaves the bathroom to get dressed, and you head to your closet, now filled with inspiration for an outfit. You put a different corset on and decide on a pair of black leggings, a smooth red skirt, and a simple white button-up. As you’re putting on your gloves, Pawsteps patter from behind you, signaling the arrival of your partner.

“Wow, sure you want to look this good for a simple little investigation?” You turn to see their outfit, a cropped racerback tank top under an unbuttoned floral shirt with a pair of black jean shorts, and to bring it all together, a fake gold bangle. Their hair is pushed back into a curly mullet and held in place with a healthy amount of gel.

“Ooh, looking great sweetheart! Love the hair!” You chirp. While their flat bangs were fun to play with, the fluffy curls had to show themselves eventually.

They place your sunhat firmly on your head, then look in the wall mirror to fully admire you. You take their hand and strike a pose. You two look great. “Thank you sweetbeak. You look amazing too, but as much as I’d like to fawn over your skirt, we’ve got work to do.”

“Of course. A little behind schedule, but we should be fine.” You head into your office once again, now completely ready to take the day by storm.

>Alright, so, take a closer look at the folder. Who's involved, who are their closest family members, who lives next door? And call the client to tell him you're taking the case.

You grab the folder and scan its contents. Inside, there’s a letter from the commissioner, Harvey Aguire, in the form of a questionnaire. Additionally, there’s a photo. A burly, male polar bear next to a much shorter female badger. The badger is ecstatic, and despite the bear’s stoic pretense, he seems happy to be there.

1/2 Naocat 2023/09/23(Sat)15:51 No. 1072996 ID: 82f3cb
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(Transcription)
Applicant Name: Harvey Agguire
Age: 49
Profession(s) (if applicable): Construction, former Navy Sailor
Current Date: 5/30
Contact methods
Telephone: 727-162-2327
Address: 1571 Cannon Street

Who or what is the subject of investigation?
Bethany Agguire, my wife of 25 years.

Please give a short description of the situation.
I have reason to believe she’s been having sex with other people behind my back. She’s been actin real shifty lately and the other day, I found a red leather mask. I didn’t know what it was for at first, until I remembered something my buddy Randy said bout some racy kinky thing. I hear that you two are more familiar with situations like this and how you know how to keep your mouth shut. Call me to arrange a meeting.

“Pretty cut and dry, isn’t it? I swear, so many of these problems could be solved if they just talked to each other.” Cooper states.

“Hmm, keep in mind that keeping something from your husband in this day and age is dangerous. Especially a hardworking blue collar.” You look at the photo in a bit of awe. This badger must be pretty short, given that she’s the size of his arm. They’ve lasted 25 years, you can only imagine what kind of things her c--

Cooper saves you from a mental tangent by addressing the obvious. “Well then, no time to waste. We’d best make that call.”

2/2 Naocat 2023/09/23(Sat)15:52 No. 1072997 ID: 82f3cb
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You go over to the landline and put the phone to your head, then punch in the phone number. The line drones for a moment.

klick!

“Hello?” A gruff voice answers the call, so deep that it’s hard to make out. Any thought of Bethany being tiny is replaced by the thought of Harvey being massive. ”Hello?!” they boom, losing patience.

You’re startled for a moment, then you respond. “Yes! Hello! Good afternoon. Am I.. Is this the Agguire Residence?” It’s not like you to be intimidated, but you’re more flustered than anything.

The deep voice on the other line clears its throat, then speaks in a much softer voice. “Yes, terribly sorry if I spooked you. You’ve got the right line. I take it this is Detective Groundfull?”

“That must make you Harvey. I’ve decided to take your case.” You say. You’re relieved to hear a more welcoming tone, you’re not sure if Cooper could take this guy in a fight.

“Oh, well thank you. You’re calling about the meeting, right? I’m available for the next few hours, I took a sick day. How about you meet me at my home?” His composure teeters on breaking with every word. There’s a lot of confusion and a lot of fear. This must be a very delicate situation for Harvey and he should be treated accordingly.

“Sir with all due respect, That’s a horrible idea.” You state. Your tactfulness is unmatched.

After a bit of sputtering from the bear, he responds with a surprisingly calm “I beg your pardon?” It’s clear that this bear is aware of how intimidating he is. It’s also clear that he’s got no other choice but to be helped.

“If your wife is home, then she’ll be sure to find out, right?” You suggest. Before the bear can interrupt, you continue. “And keep in mind, I’m not the most favored person in town. I’ve dug up a lot of dirt and there are plenty of folks who’d lure me in and kill me. So nowhere private. We’ll meet somewhere in public.”

Harvey’s quiet for a moment, then he sighs. “...right. You’re the expert. Where will we meet?”

A bowling alley!
We can play a game of bowling, billiards, or arcades to calm his nerves, or have a drink or smoke as we discuss this case.

Plus, the little bowling animations they have there are absurd enough

>>1072998

Who doesn't love rolling some balls down lanes?

Naocat 2023/09/30(Sat)14:00 No. 1073639 ID: 3895d8
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As you’re on the phone with the client, Cooper leaves the room for a moment. They return with two motorcycle helmets, wearing one and holding the other. You look to them for an idea of where to go. They think for a second, then pretend to bowl with your helmet. “We’ll meet at the bowling alley on Eastbourne, get there as soon as you can.”

“Oh I know that one! I used to go there with Beth every now and then. Good times.” He pauses, as if stung by the memory. “Say, if you don’t mind me asking, why there?” he asks.

“I’ll tell you when I meet you there. When you arrive, go to the front desk and ask for the Frisking Finch, they’ll know who I am. Bring the mask.” Without explaining any further, you hang up the phone. If he does things right, there won’t be any problems.


“Here, Catch.” Cooper says, tossing your helmet to you. You grab it out of the air and put it on, holding your sunhat in your hand.

“So why do you want to go to the bowling alley this time?” You ask Cooper.

“I have a hunch, but you’re gonna have to trust me on this. Something feels familiar about Harvey.” You look at them, a little puzzled. They point to the calendar with an ecstatic wag. “...also, it’s Tuesday. Half off charcuterie day!”

What else to say except get to the bowling alley.

Naocat 2023/10/01(Sun)13:59 No. 1073740 ID: 3895d8
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>What else to say except get to the bowling alley.

A few minutes later and the two of you are well on your way to the Bowling Alley. It’s a beautiful spring day, if not a little dry. You’re shaken up by a few bumps in the road, shifting you a bit closer to your partner. You’d like to be unbothered from this morning, but all this friction is making it hard to think of much else other than gripping your partner’s rock-hard torso a little tighter. When you’re at a stop light, they pat your knee, sensing your tension. You sigh, resting your head against their back and scooching back a little, putting a bit of distance between your crotch and his waist. “I’m good.”

They give a thumbs up and start driving as soon as the light turns green. You try to distract yourself by recounting what few details you have on the case. This is a great opportunity to think of questions you want to ask Harvey.

Now then… Harvey Aggure the Bear and Bethany Agguire the Badger. Harvey worked in the navy, so there’s no doubt an underlying fear that Bethany slept around while Harvey was deployed. But if they’ve been together for all that time, there’s probably more trust than fear. Maybe that fear was festering over the years? Additionally, Harvey wrote something about Kink gear, namely a friend who had some sort of knowledge of kink gear. Randy. Is he a possible suspect? Likely not. Unless Randy is an idiot, he’d never hint at something he’s doing with a polar bear’s wife. Surely, any kind of interaction with someone ten times your size would be beyond nerve-wracking. Of course, I don’t know much about Randy, nor do I truly know how big Harvey is. I know that he’s at least small enough to fit in the bowling alley, but on top of looking huge, Harvey looks impossibly strong. Is he even allowed to bowl there? Maybe he’s weaker than he looks? But he works in construction, so he’s probably worth his weight and more. How much does a guy like that weigh? This is of course assuming that the photo he sent is recent, he could be even taller, or even wider. Perhaps Beth finally realized she couldn’t take someone that big? If that’s the case, why the mask? And why was it out in the open? Unless Harvey was cleaning something out, then it might’ve been hidden… So much to know…

Hmm... maybe we can try to steer the conversation toward kink, and see what we can find out while Harvey is talking about that? Maybe he'll let something slip.

Funny thing is, bowling isn't about strength, hardly at all. Being stronger just lets you lift a heavier ball, which stays slightly more on course because of the momentum if you aim correctly. He's not ten times her size anyway, not more than 3 or 4 times. No problem!

And bears are known to have tiny peen so she could totally take him.

Nobody prepares to get stealthily interrogated through kink talk, unless they're crazy paranoid. It could be a good avenue of information!

Naocat 2023/10/05(Thu)12:37 No. 1074011 ID: 32c482
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Another tap on the knee rouses you from your deep thought. You’ve arrived at Stripped Pins, the mistakenly named bowling alley on Eastbourne. It was supposed to be Striped Pins, given the titular Striped Pins, but one typo on the registration and that was that. It didn’t seem to be an issue for the owners, they certainly rolled with the theming. Cooper parks the motorcycle far enough, hidden behind a bush. You fasten your helmet to the seat, then make the walk to the alley.

“After you, Detective~” Cooper announces, exaggerating the accent. You do a little curtsy in response.

“How thoughtful of you! A tuppence for your troubles!” You hand them a two dollar bill, which they stash away in their pocket.

Is our guy we're supposed to meet here or not? if not, lets wait. Maybe order some pizza at the concession, and it'll be ready by the time our client gets here.

Order a pitcher of root beer to go with the pizza.

Seconding the pizza idea. Also prepare your questions in advanced to have the upper hand in the questioning! Especially the kink questions.

Naocat 2023/10/09(Mon)21:10 No. 1074429 ID: 33044e
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>Is our guy we're supposed to meet here or not? if not, lets wait. Maybe order some pizza at the concession, and it'll be ready by the time our client gets here.

“I wonder if Bee’s ever gonna update her menu.” You think out loud, trying to stir up a conversation. Cooper catches on.

“What's wrong with this menu? It's got pretty much anything you could want, right?”

“I mean yeah, but why not go for something conventional? Like Pizza?”

Cooper looks shocked, almost offended. They scoff in disgust. “Pizza? In a bowling alley? Who'd want that? That’s so messy and greasy, it most definitely has no place in a professional, refined establishment such as this!” They wave their arms and gesture to the present parties. It seems like a slow day, only a couple groups here. Some of them are topless. Dicks are out. This is exactly how an adult bowling alley should be. More importantly, there are no bears here.

“You sure Coop? I thought you loved pizza?” Cooper nodded, even though they only liked the crust.

“Well yes, but I just don't see the reason anyone would want pizza here of all places! Charcuterie’s the perfect snack for your bowling pleasure. No grease, no junk, no risk of fire; it’s classy!” Their nose twitches a bit and their tail starts to wag. Must smell like preserved meat. It's not like you can tell, you don't have a very good sense of smell. You should find a menu for Cooper when you can. That dog loves their charcuterie.

“You two!” Someone calls out from behind.

>>1074429
>Who'd want greasy pizza when bowling
Okay, I admit pizza grease on your hands isn't something you'd want during a sport (unless you're playing soccer), but has it occurred to you that some people come to an arena to watch rather than play?
(In truth, you're adding fuel to the fire as an excuse to ignore whatever the heck this dexterous sussy is trying to sell you)

>>1074429
Bowling alley food tends to be nasty, but it's the only thing around so people get it anyways
also an employee, i think is likely pissed off and getting closer

Naocat 2023/10/14(Sat)13:47 No. 1074749 ID: 7e6fd4
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>an employee, i think is likely pissed off and getting closer
Before you can react, you’re grabbed from behind. Someone’s draped around your shoulders. But it’s nothing to be worried about, It’s your partner, Jubilee! “Hey punks! What’s goin’ on?” She peppers the back of your neck with a barrage of kisses and a nibble on your cheek. You almost lose balance, but Cooper drapes themself over your shoulders to keep you steady.

“Hi Bee! How’s your shift been?” Cooper giggles. Their face beams with a dopey smile. “Oh shoot, before that, did you hear what Zenith said? He wants Pizza in here!”

>has it occurred to you that some people come to an arena to watch rather than play?

“I’m just saying! It could totally happen, even if it’s for spectators or something!” You retort. “And even if the players do eat the pizza, who cares! It’s just bowling!” Cooper scoffs again, this time even more offended.

Bee senses the tension in the air and intervenes. “Babes! Babes. This place’ll never sell pizza. We don’t have an oven.” She states plainly. That’s certainly a reason why there couldn’t be pizza. And it’s not like they’d install one, too much hassle.

“Yeah that’ll do it.” Cooper nods. “It’s not like you’re missing out on much business, are you?”


Bee sighs. “Well it’s sluggish to be sure, just a few regulars. But I figure you’re here for some action! I’ll get y’all situated real quick.” She hops back over the counter, grabs two pairs of bowling shoes, and sets them down. “Lane 5, charcuterie menu?”


“You know us so well! Gotta get this dog their treats, y’know?” You tease. Jubilee nods in loving agreement. Cooper shuffles in place a bit, clearly abashed. “That aside, not much time for “Action.” We’re here on business.”

She leans over the counter, clearly interested. “Oooh, what’s the scoop this time?” Before she can ask any further, the bottomless party coughs behind you. “Ah, I’ll ask you when I come around with the charcuterie. I’m still on the clock.” She looks to the party and the two of you stroll over to your lane.

So begins the wait. Keep an eye out for Harvey while busying yourselves bowling.

Naocat 2023/10/22(Sun)20:58 No. 1075329 ID: 478b88
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You sit down and hand the Charcuterie Menu to Cooper. They peruse as if it’s the first time they’ve seen the menu, even though you’ve got the whole thing memorized at this point. Nine times out of ten, Cooper picks the exact same thing. Gouda and Brie for the cheeses, Chorizo, Prosciutto, and Salami for the meat, Baguette slices and Butter Crackers for the Carbohydrates, and the “Sweet” Accessory option. You always order a couple of hard seltzers. But maybe you should go for something different this time? Bears like sweet things, yeah? That case… Maybe something happened with a twin sister… or something…

>Keep an eye out for Harvey while busying yourselves bowling.

You take your hat off and set it to the side, then lean against Cooper. “Hey, keep an eye out for me, yeah? I’m gonna doze off for a minute. Maybe… yawn maybe play a game of bowling in a dream…” They hold your shoulder and keep you steady enough to fall quietly asleep.

Naocat 2023/10/26(Thu)13:41 No. 1075681 ID: f3e128
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“Detective Groundfull…” You slowly open your eyes, not remembering where you are. “Detective Groundfull!”

“Hmm?” You’re woken up once again by a call to your name, but you aren’t quite in reality yet. You hear mumbling, someone talking. Two people, actually. One sounds like Cooper. There’s something white overwhelming your limited vision. You blink a couple times and the white mass clears itself, revealing a bag. Additionally, there's a very large bear holding said bag. “...and this is the man you’re looking for, albeit a bit exhausted.” they respond.

“Detective, It’s nice to meet you.” a voice booms. It’s Harvey Agguire. It may just be that you’re sitting down, but he’s more staggering than you imagined. He looks down at you, but not in an intimidating way. His gaze is warm and kind. You can see no ill intention behind his eyes, although one seems blind. He slowly extends his gargantuan paw and turns it over, allowing you to set your hand in his. You hesitate, but you complete his gesture. His paw pads are covered in thick scars and deep calluses, no doubt from the hard work he does as a construction worker. He folds his thumb over your hand and shakes gently.

“ahem Thank you, Harvey. You’re much… much more than I expected.” Harvey looks a bit confused for a second, then smirks.

“Oh I know. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. I’m an acquired size, heh.” His mild temperament makes for pleasant company. You can see how easily someone can fall in love with this guy. He retracts his paw and sits down across from you. The bench groans under the bear’s sheer size. “So! What’s the whole… y’know… deal? What do I need to tell y’all?”

Give us some details on this mask. Where exactly did you find it? Does it remind you of anyone you know, or have you seen any similar item in anyone's possession?

Hm, maybe we should ask to learn a little more about the history of his relationship with his wife Have they ever hit a few rocky roads over the years? Does he feel she'd have a reason or motive to pursue adultery with another? Best be careful with how you word the questions though, given the personal and intimate nature of the subject.

Any changes of routine from his wife recently? Could he elaborate on this 'shifty behaviour' he's observed?

Has there been any changes in the household's circumstances? New friends? Extra expenditures? Changes in employment? Family or friends having trouble?

Walk us through how he found the mask.

Naocat 2023/10/31(Tue)18:56 No. 1076056 ID: 3a8aa9
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“Well first, let’s address the primary concern. You did bring the mask, didn’t you?” His smirk stiffens up into a pained gloom, and hands the bag to you. Lo and behold, there’s a rather small, leather, red, full-head mask inside, resembling a dog. You go further, using your deep analysis skill to carefully inspect the mask down to the detail. The craft quality is second to none, but there are some lines of refurbished thread. No doubt it’s seen some heavy use. It seems that certain parts such as the “ears” and the “brows” were replaced, given the difference in “creasing” and “Color” from the main body. It also seems as though the “Lace” that tightens the mask in the back was replaced as well, given the lack of wear and tear on the current lace, as well as the small artifacts of wear on the eyelets. The overall feel and rigidness suggests that the mask was very well maintained and/or touched up. There is no visible fur on the mask, meaning the mask was unused for a while and/or cleaned thoroughly. The “wideness” of the snout seems to have been altered as well. May have been manufactured as a “base” then “made to fit” certain species and/or sizes, but the lace in the back makes this mask wearable to a variety of people. Given the quality and miniscule imperfections in the spacing of the stitches, this seems to have been hand stitched from the beginning. There’s a stamp on the back, displaying an old logo. Despite your dabbled knowledge of the craft, you don’t recognize it.

Naocat 2023/10/31(Tue)18:58 No. 1076058 ID: 3a8aa9
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>Give us some details on this mask. Where exactly did you find it?

“You said that you just found this mask, correct? Where did you find it? It wasn’t just lying about, was it?” You inquire. Harvey looks concerned.

“Well, no. It was in Beth’s- My wife’s nightstand. I saw the strings on the back hanging out of the front around two days ago. I went and hid it in my closet until I could find out what exactly it was. I asked a couple drinking buddies and they told me it’s some deviant thing. I didn’t exactly understand what they meant, but they told me it was pretty bad. Then one of ‘em recommended you two for finding out where it came from.”

>maybe we can try to steer the conversation toward kink, and see what we can find out while Harvey is talking about that?

“Well, this is certainly a kink mask. Specifically a Pup Hood. Most commonly used in petplay, where one party is treated like a pet, sometimes wearing accessories or clothing items relating to a species of animal. In this case, a dog.” You place the mask back into the bag and hand it to Cooper, who gives it a short whiff, then nods.


Harvey ruffles his brow and tilts his head. Everything you said went over his head. “I… Well uh…”

Cooper interrupts his stammering with a plain statement. “Whoever wears this mask likes being treated like a pet.” Harvey’s eyes widen. He looks almost disgusted, but after a moment, a pink blush stretches across his face.

“Well I mean- That’s hardly a… It’s not like, well do they have-” He’s cut off by a loud moan from a few lanes over. He turns his head to see what caused it, then immediately turns his head back around, beet red. “Oh my god… are those guys having sex?!” You exchange looks with Cooper, who looks over to Jubilee, who has just arrived. She isn’t wearing a top. Her tits are out.

You are now Zenith Groundfull, Cooper Donovan, and Jubilee Paz.

You simultaneously come to the exact same conclusion.

This guy’s vanilla.

You really should have picked a bowling alley where people didn't have sex in the booths or go topless / bottomless.

Just to be thorough, is he sure the mask wouldn't fit his wife? Perhaps she got it from a friend and was waiting to get it altered.

It would be nice if she just wanted to spice up the bedroom and simply hadn't got around to asking her husband yet.

ooooh! Jubilee got an exhibitionism kink. nice.

>>1076071
agree on this

>>1076056
>well-used, with repairs
Huh. What if his wife is the one doing repairs? Anyway, we have a lead. The logo. Do a reverse image search on it. Or if that's no good, we go asking around in kink circles.

>>1076071
>spice up the bedroom
Oh. Would it fit *him*, if not her?

Oh yeah, good point. Ask if his wife knows about repairing something like this, or anyone they know that might be a tailor

>>1076058
I'd point out to him how the mask looks like it's had some repair work. Maybe she was just fixing it up for someone?

Ask him how their sex life has been lately. Only in as much detail as he's comfortable with. Has she seemed unsatisfied? Has she hinted at wanting to try something new?

Naocat 2023/11/08(Wed)08:29 No. 1076797 ID: c21ceb
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“Harvey, they’re allowed to have sex” Cooper starts to explain. “This is an 18+ bowling alley for a reason.” Cooper leans forward and spreads their legs a bit. They lean towards Zenith, starting up their guard dog instinct.

“I mean… Well it’s… this is nothing like it was a couple decades ago! Me n’ Beth came around here almost every weekend and there was nothing like this happening!” Jubilee circles around and stands behind the duo. Harvey looks bug-eyed at her chest.

“Around fifteen years ago, this place was bought out by an old philanthropist and is now run under new management. My boss is a very kinky gal, but on top of that, she strives to create sex-positive spaces for anyone who wants them.” She sits atop the bench, draping her tail over her partners.

>You really should have picked a bowling alley where people didn't have sex in the booths or go topless / bottomless.

“I- Wait, so you took me to a… a big ol’ sex party, or whatever you call it? I’m married!” Harvey barks, quieting the other party. He stands, as if he was about to leave. Zenith tosses the mask to the bear.

“You asked me to dig up some incredibly personal stuff, Harvey. If you aren’t ready to be in a space like this, you aren’t ready to know the truth.” The scathing remark infuriates the bear. His fists curl up and his eyes widen, cracking the limits of his temper. A low, violent growl radiates off of Cooper’s back. “And this isn’t “just some sex party”” Zenith continues. “It isn’t a sex party at all. This is a haven. This is a place people like us three can feel safe, a place for us to love each other as we deem fit. Away from judgemental eyes, away from the endless hate we face, away from those who think we’re better off dead.” Harvey hesitates, but his glare persists. “If you’re to leave now, don’t leave with the idea that you were tricked into being here or brought against your will. Remember, You came to us.” Zenith lies down on his side, showing the bear that he’s not afraid in the slightest. “And just as you were invited to come, you are invited to leave. Will you give up now, after everything?”

Harvey’s glare persists after Zenith finishes. He knows how imposing he is and he’s trying to use it against you. You three return the glare, but he holds steady. The other party a few lanes over dares not make a sound.

After what feels like an eternity of deadpan silence, he sits down, defeated. “I’m awfully sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you or make you feel bad or anything. I’m just… I’m way out of my element here.”

Zenith sits back up with a sigh, and Cooper remains on guard. “I understand. It’s a tough thing to learn something completely new about your partner, especially a secret.” Zenith says, consoling the distressed bear. “We didn’t go easy on you. I’ll try to be a bit slower. Make sure you’re comfortable and all that.”

The bear shuffles in his seat for a second, then nods. “Thank you, Detective.”

Naocat 2023/11/08(Wed)08:29 No. 1076798 ID: c21ceb
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Jubilee breaks the depressing atmosphere with a suggestion. “I know! How about we ease the tension a little bit!” Harvey looks a bit flustered.

“Well… I mean it’s not that I’m not uh… interested in you, ma’am. I’m just not sure it’d be right. I’ve still got a wife and all, hah.” Jubilee chuckles. This is prime teasing territory.

She stands up and waltzes over to the kiosk. “Oh please, your wife doesn’t have to know about a little bowling game!” Zenith and Cooper giggle, turning the bear beet-red once again. She punches in the party’s four names: COOP, ZEEN, HARV, JBEE. She walks back, holding her hand out to Cooper. “The usual?” They nod and hand the menu to her.

Zenith chimes in, “And a couple of mimosas, just you and me. Coop’s gotta drive.” Jubilee nods and turns to Harvey. “Water for the bear. I need him sober.”

“Not even a shot for confidence?” He chuckles.

“Oh, we don’t do shots here anymore. We’re pretty strict on drinks after the incident.” Harvey looks very concerned, but decides not to ask. “I’ll be back in a bit, go ahead and start without me!” With that, she’s off to the “kitchen” to prep those orders.

Time to get a perfect strike on your first go so the client knows that you are a capable detective who can get the job done.

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>Time to get a perfect strike on your first go so the client knows that you are a capable detective who can get the job done.

Cooper steps up to the lane, takes a breath, and throws their first ball. It’s a good 8, but splitter. They drop to their knees, devastated by being a capable detective who cannot get the job done. “Anyway, now that the pleasantries are out of the way, back to business.” Zenith states. Harvey shuffles in his seat and nods.

>Hm, maybe we should ask to learn a little more about the history of his relationship with his wife

“Let’s take it from the top. Give me a timeline. What was your relationship with Beth like up to this point?”

“Well let’s see here… We met when I was 19 and she was 21. We went to university together. We didn’t hit it off instantly, but she asked me out and, I guess I had a thing for her too. She’s warm, funny, loves talking, and I was a pretty good listener. We were there for each other. For some reason, she felt safe around me. Eventually, we moved in together while I was finishing up college, but then I got an offer from the Naval Armed Services for a couple years to be an extra bit of muscle. We were looking at hard times and almost no wiggle room for finances, and the money from the government couldn’t hurt, so I was sent off to the seas. We sent each other letters and such and we missed each other dearly. I’d like to say I got so sad that I cried until I went blind in my eye, but it was probably something to do with the head trauma. When I got back, we got married and that was that!”

“No children?”

“Oh heavens no! As compatible as we are, we’ve still got uh… The wrong… Biological compatibility. Besides, Beth hates kids. As much of a great wife she is, she’s told me how awful of a mother she’d make. I don’t quite see it, but I’m not complaining!”

“I respect that. Can’t stand ‘em either. So you were away for two years?”

“I know, I know. The whole stigma against military partners that they’re unfaithful, but I trust Beth with my life. I know she wouldn’t do something like that! At least, I used to. I’m just so unsure now.” There’s another moment of silence, broken up by Cooper’s one extra pin. They return to the benches and Zenith goes up.

Walk them through the traditional ways of determining if a spouse has a secret lifestyle or a hidden life or is cheating or has some sort of secret problem -- following them, tapping and checking devices, stakeouts, going through trash, so on and so forth, and all the other forms of invading privacy that are the private detective's remit.

Ask him about their home life. Their hobbies, jobs, etc. What's a typical day in the Agguire house like?