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Partners in Crime

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Partners in Crime

Nick Wilde

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Nick gratefully retrieved the handkerchief, eyeing it with suspicion, surprise, maybe a bit of fondness. As if he didn't expect to see his old friend again, after it disappeared to Judy's nose.

He suppressed the urge to jerk away, instinctively, from his partner's sudden reach. It was purely instinctual, it just tickled his whiskers- he didn't mind the feeling of the soft paw wiping away the small smear of whipped cream on the top of his fur. She paused, after cleaning his muzzle, his whiskers tingling somewhat pleasantly. He watched her, sharp-eyed and noting her hesitance, her sudden ducking away. His eyes narrowed at her movements and body language, even as his grin widened from her words.

"Aw, thanks Hopps. Warms my hustlin' heart to know that someone's acutely aware of me and my...features. And I'll have you know that I straighten my whiskers every morning, and use some fancy foxy shampoo to take care of my fur. Nothing as special as dry-shampoo or anything, but a fox does what a fox must do to keep his pride. And thank you for the handkerchief- I never thought I'd see mister Sniffles again."

He nodded at her mention of the reptilian target of theirs, agreeing with her.

"I agree. But I'll also have you know that us foxes can think and react at the same time- we're quite renowned at it."

He threw an arm around Judy, unable to resist the urge to bring her back to his chest again, as he said, "Us foxes grew up to catch you, after all. Who knew that all we needed to be was your friend, right? Me and you, too awesome a team to be taken down by anything. Except for maybe Clawhauser. I think he might be able to take care of us both, no problem- trap us in donuts like you did to that weaselly little weasel. Or Flash. Flash's a real fast guy, you know. He might have us both in chains before we even know it."

Suddenly, his ears perked up, jostling slightly as the train hits a small bump, clutching Judy tighter for a brief moment before relaxing again.

"Hey... we should go see him again. Maybe when we're through with today, we could stop by and say hello. I do know how much you enjoy having those conversations with him! I did always figure he made a good impression on you, you know."

And on impulse, before he even realized he was doing so, he reached up with the arm slung around her shoulders, and scritch'd the top of her head, right between her ears. Having already done it, he just continued for a couple seconds, watching her reaction.

"Also, let's just do recon work today. No need to get our hands dirty unless we really have to. We don't have anything but suspicion on these two guys, so no need to immediately treat them as criminals. And let's keep our voices down about what words we use... we are sorta well-known. If anyone recognizes us, they'll be sure to eavesdrop and catch anything they can get- at least, I would."

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I would've thought Gems that were abruptly stolen away from their homes, lives, families, friends, and everything they knew would be a little more afraid when a Drakken tells them they're fine, or if one of them said that they weren't a Drakken.

Sort of odd how many Gems here don't seem to mind leaving behind everything they knew and loved. Or hated, in some cases, but I doubt one would be so positive-minded when they're in the midst of those people who steal people, and threaten war as easily as a merchant might try to entice you with his wares.

Something I've sort of noted.

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Valence the Cultist

Valence noted his guard’s approach, no little Gem in tow. He shrugged, mentally; as confusing as it was, a Gem deciding that staying with Drakken instead of going with a Gem, it was her choice. Of sorts… there could be more to it, but either way, he was concerning himself with someone else.

He subtly watched the exchange between Sia and Sorrin, keeping his eyes elsewhere but observing from the corners of his eyes. Waiting for them to finish, he broke in.

”Impudent doesn’t quite suit me, I think. Audacious, that’s the word I think I fill in nicely. And than you- I know how it can be hard to earn the admiration or respect of any Drakken, especially considering that half of your kind have a far over-inflated sense of self-worth and self-respect. But then again, your people earned the right for it.

“Either way, me and mine found it easy to get inside. Drakken are known for their fighting prowess, and their physical and elemental strength, not their vast clever intelligence and stringent security. Even if a couple of your people discovered who I was, and tried to kill me, all the people nearby would simply they I enraged them and they were fighting me for their honor or somesuch.”

Turning to stare at Sia, two inquisitive, intelligent eyes in a maze of runes and scars that surprisingly few people questioned, he inclined his head a little, giving her his respect.

Lowering his voice, enough for Sia and Sorrin to hear but not anyone else, he continued.

”Me and mine would like to negotiate a deal with you. Preferably talked out in private, and I’d prefer to have it out of this castle. It was easy for I to get in, but that’s because I’m the size of a small Drakken. Others of my group are not so large. We both have goals, I’m sure, and I hope that we can align them to be mutual, and help each other out. Would you find it agreeable to meet later?”

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@Obscene Symphony
I have a post somewhat finished. Not really.

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....I teach math

@Ellion

Partners in Crime

Nick Wilde

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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 clever, 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 did 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 do 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!

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@Obscene Symphony
...no.

Mainly because I can't edit my posts.
Actually, that's the only reason.
I'll put it in future posts tho