[h3][color=sienna]Nick Wilde[/color][/h3][hr]
	Nick was always intrigued by the ads. Every time he set foot in any public transport, he was always staring at the ads. Because, really, the people who make those colorful clever ads are really [i]clever[/i], and Nick loved to see all the new ads. He did that police-thing where he constantly scanned the people, but he focused more on the ads and the conversations and interactions. Anything and everything could become something clever, even if it already was or is clever. 

	Speaking to the wall- though, technically, to Judy- he quietly spoke.
	
	 "Yeah, now's the best time. But I don't know what'll we do if he decides to resist..." No one in Zootopia had been vaccinated for snakebite in the past year or two. Ever since reptillians and avians were barred from Zootopia, there had been a sort of martial 'border guard' stationed around the edge of the Zootopian county. It was one of the few separatist things that were truly enforced and believed to be needed.

	He still watched Judy, though. Her eyes kept flicking up to him. 

	Speaking of which, that ear-slap of hers wasn't powerful at all- why was he expecting it to be?-, but it [i]did[/i] get fur up his nose. The naval cavity of his admittedly sensitive nose started acting up, immediately setting his eyes to watering. A moment later, he jerked his head into the crook of his armor, and sneezed rather explosively. 

	And then sneezed just as explosively a second time. Neither time had any real gunk; just a bunch of air and a bunch of nerves tickled all to hell from the soft, fine rabbit fur. 

	He turned to Judy, face aghast from how much the two sneezes hurt his nose. He shakily whipped out a bit of cloth from his pocket- a green/blue hankerchief- and started wiping off his nose, and the neoprene sleeve of his uniform. 

	"Gah, what did you put on your ears? Some extra-'special' shampoo or somethin? Speaking of which, how [i]do[/i] you bunnies take care of your ears. Nevermind, you owe me a new hanky, bunny. This one's ruined."

	He emphasised his point by shaking the hankerchief he now held at a distance from himself (which caused nearby medium-sized animals to shirk away, terrified of how icky it was). Promptly afterwards, he gave it a little swing and threw it into the nearest trashcan. Thank the lords for whoever designed the train- they clearly had their priorities straight, adding in those trashcans.

	His paws had to continue rubbing his nose, though. It ached like the devil!