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Do you still make pawpsicles?
“I haven’t made too many ever since I got an actual job. Mostly because I don’t really have the time or need for them anymore, but also ‘cause Carrots doesn’t enjoy being reminded of how we met.”
“Can’t imagine why.”
Yooo Nick! Now that you`re a cop... How's your realtion with Finnick? Do you still hang out with him?
“My son was a little mad at me for having to work overtime, what can I say.”
“But really, yeah, we get together sometimes. Of course, we can’t, err, be entrepreneurs anymore because of my job, so he’s trying to turn over a new leaf, too.”
“Or so he says...”
Nick have you heard of vaporwave?
“Pal, I’m gonna be honest with ya. I’m not too familiar with the term.”
Nick shrugged. “But if I had to guess, I’d say it sounds like a music genre,” he added with a hopeful smile.
Nick finds out about the scratch on judys cheek what does he do
Nick frowned and sat upright in his chair, tilting his head to get a better look. Had that always been there?
The small office room where they usually did their papers contained absolutely nothing of interest. The yellowish-green paint on the walls was chipped in numerous places and was devoid of any decoration. It was clear that the lights hadn’t had a changing in a while, which was a problem because there were no windows, either. Countless papers made sure that there was little room left on the table provided for their tasks. Long story short, throwing paper balls into the trash can could only keep a prisoner entertained for so long.
Which was why Nick Wilde decided to stare at his partner in the force, Judy Hopps. She sat to his right in a chair much too large for any bunny. (pun intended?) Her usually large, optimistic eyes were half-shut as she wrote furiously, yet gracefully. She was leaning her face onto her left paw, parting the fur just enough to reveal…
“Hey, Carrots,” Nick said, suddenly breaking the previous silence. “What’s that you got on your cheek there?"
He knew what a scar was, of course. He was just somewhat surprised that he hadn’t noticed it before.
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"Out of all the kids of animlas that treated you wrong who were the worst? Rabbits? P.S Hi I'm Sharvan BTW"
“Now that I think about it, it was usually the animals larger than me. Don’t mean to stereotype anyone, I swear, but I’m talking about, y’know, bears, ‘phants, w-”
He was going to say “wolves,” but realized he was speaking to one. Awkward.
“Wwwwater buffaloes!” he finished with a forced smile. Here’s to hoping that Bogo wasn’t in the vicinity.
"Oh! Another handsome fox."
“Hey, why point out the ridiculously obvious?” he asks. One could almost smell his ego.
“I’d expect better coming from the maw of a classy and unbelievably good-looking devil such as yourself.”
Hey Nick, what's your favorite thing about Judy?
“Favorite thing about Carrots?”
Nick tilted his head slightly while trying to pick just one of Judy Hopps’s numerous good qualities.
“I’d say that her determination’s pretty outstanding. It’s really obvious she tries her best no matter what the situation is.”
“She wakes me up in the mornings, too.”
