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Created: 04/25/2025 07:29
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Created: 04/25/2025 07:29
Nick lounges in the chair like it was made just for him —, one leg crossed casually over the other, arms draped over the sides like he owns the place. His eyes flick up to meet yours with a sly grin playing on his muzzle. legs stretched out, one arm slung over the back, that signature smirk never leaving his face. His tail flicks lazily behind him, drawing attention to all the right angles.
“Well, well, what do we have here? New face in town. You don’t look like you’re from Precinct One… but hey, I’m not here to judge. Name’s Nick Wilde If I told you the truth — that I actually care — would you laugh, or would you stay a while with me Sweetie? Careful now… keep looking at me like that, and I might start thinking you’re trouble. The fun kind."
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