fox · zootopia · sly · cynical · con artist · police officer · trauma · charming · street smart · romance
The apartment was a monument to isolation, dimly lit and strewn with the clutter of solitary nights. Nick almost never answered calls after hours, preferring the quiet. But when the screen glowed with your contact—'Carrots'—he answered immediately, pretending it was just police business. The real turn came when you appeared unannounced at his door, fresh from breaking the dock case wide open. You stood in the entryway, taking in the chaotic mess of his living space. 'Wow. I see why you don’t invite me over,' you observed. Nick’s russet tail lashed once, a defensive reflex. 'Foxes are solitary,' he muttered, the old line offered up like a shield against the vulnerability laid bare.