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Category Artwork (Digital) / Fanart
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 1280 x 1280px
File Size 105.3 kB
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The rain poured down, heavily. It was the solid, consistent sort of rain that suggested that it could just keep on pouring all day if it had to, and it had. The steel-grey sky was cold and oppressive, not the active thundering of a storm but the emotionless, dull and cold that made you want to wrap yourself up in a blanket and not leave the couch all day. Sadly the lone fox that trudged through the downpour had not had that option and was now soaked through to the bone. (Which bone? All of them.) He made his way slowly up the street, eventually turning and ascending a short flight of stairs to an apartment. Home.
Inside was toasty and warm, as Nick entered the welcome scent of baking assaulted his nostrils. Pie of some kind, he couldn't quite pin down the flavor. (As a city boy he'd not had much experience with home cooking. On the other hand he could identify each and every one of the city's takeaway joints solely from the leftovers they produced.) With a deep sigh he took off his hat and coat, tossing them into a corner. (He'd be told off for doing that later.) The first thing to do would be to get out of uniform and into something dry.
Five minutes later saw him in a snazzy, but casual shirt, fur rapidly drying off. He'd considered a nice, hot shower, but he'd had enough water for the day. Besides which he was starving, and more than a little eager to see exactly what it was that had been cooking in his absence. He was nearly at the kitchen when a pair of slightly floury arms wrapped around him.
"Welcome back."
"Thanks. Oh boy was today terrible."
"Judy?"
"Judy."
"I warned you about that bunny. What'd she do now?"
"Invaded Little Rodentia, knocked over three apartments, crushed a car and sat on a donut shop."
"What?! Why?"
"A weasel stole a chocolate bar."
"I... how... that don't even make sense!"
"Nope. Anyways the chief is even more upset at us than usual. We had to spend the whole rest of the day on parking duty, and most of next week too. How'd you survive fifteen years growing up with her?"
"Spent most of my time with Steve Hopps. Big brother you see, we could both stick together and defend ourselves from annoying little sisters."
"Steve... Steve... he's the guy who supplies you now right? The one who always wears that trucker hat?"
"Yeah, I'd be up a creek without him that's for sure. Gotta love the cute lil' guy."
"Don't let him hear you say that. Hey wait... cuter than me?"
"Naw. Anyways, I made you a pie. Blueberry, figured you'd need it in this weather."
Nick smiled. At least the day had ended well. He was giving serious consideration to quitting and entering the baking business and probably would have already if Gideon didn't have such an issue with him hustling cookies. (Granted what had happened with those carrot scouts had been unfortunate, but it wasn't his fault, they'd started it.) He returned the hug then set off to get a big piece of pie.
Inside was toasty and warm, as Nick entered the welcome scent of baking assaulted his nostrils. Pie of some kind, he couldn't quite pin down the flavor. (As a city boy he'd not had much experience with home cooking. On the other hand he could identify each and every one of the city's takeaway joints solely from the leftovers they produced.) With a deep sigh he took off his hat and coat, tossing them into a corner. (He'd be told off for doing that later.) The first thing to do would be to get out of uniform and into something dry.
Five minutes later saw him in a snazzy, but casual shirt, fur rapidly drying off. He'd considered a nice, hot shower, but he'd had enough water for the day. Besides which he was starving, and more than a little eager to see exactly what it was that had been cooking in his absence. He was nearly at the kitchen when a pair of slightly floury arms wrapped around him.
"Welcome back."
"Thanks. Oh boy was today terrible."
"Judy?"
"Judy."
"I warned you about that bunny. What'd she do now?"
"Invaded Little Rodentia, knocked over three apartments, crushed a car and sat on a donut shop."
"What?! Why?"
"A weasel stole a chocolate bar."
"I... how... that don't even make sense!"
"Nope. Anyways the chief is even more upset at us than usual. We had to spend the whole rest of the day on parking duty, and most of next week too. How'd you survive fifteen years growing up with her?"
"Spent most of my time with Steve Hopps. Big brother you see, we could both stick together and defend ourselves from annoying little sisters."
"Steve... Steve... he's the guy who supplies you now right? The one who always wears that trucker hat?"
"Yeah, I'd be up a creek without him that's for sure. Gotta love the cute lil' guy."
"Don't let him hear you say that. Hey wait... cuter than me?"
"Naw. Anyways, I made you a pie. Blueberry, figured you'd need it in this weather."
Nick smiled. At least the day had ended well. He was giving serious consideration to quitting and entering the baking business and probably would have already if Gideon didn't have such an issue with him hustling cookies. (Granted what had happened with those carrot scouts had been unfortunate, but it wasn't his fault, they'd started it.) He returned the hug then set off to get a big piece of pie.
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