>Explain to mayor you've got a job to do and shit isn't going to fly because the bunny is going to end up injured or dead in the line of duty
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>Mayor emails you and says you're going to accept a frail bunny because of diversity quotas despite a number of districts having much better suited environment for smaller mammals and where her natural abilities can be utilised in full >Imagine you're a chief of police and your district deals with cases requiring big strong animals to handle dangerous situation Zootopia's newest and first Vulpine Police Officer. On duty, there are other clothes entirely he wears that defy the laid back air, though he keeps one addition in the form of stylish sunglasses tucked into his shirt pocket that slip over his eyes and reflect the world when its rather bright out or when he just wants to look even sexier. He wears grey slacks, which often hang low on what pass for rather pleasant hips, and his shirt goes often untucked into them, revealing fur when he raises his arms and shifts and moves through the gaps in a faintly tantalizing way. These are often hidden by a variety of ties, though his usual is a dark navy striped with red and blue diagonally slanted down to the right, wrapping around the tie in a color band all the way down. Off-duty he wears a fern-green shirt with patterns of the plant and jungle across it in lighter and darker tones, with a pocket on the left breast and a row of buttons down the front. His legs are short, but strong, clearly muscled in the thigh for running and able to drop down even to four paws effortlessly if he should ever feel the need to pretend to be feral again.Īs to clothes, he prefers comfort with a dash of stylishness. Certainly his look is not entirely humanoid in nature, but enough to make him less fully vulpine. He is a definition of handsomely and athletically built. His feet are long end end in three toes tipped with obviously pedicured claw-tips. His bottle-brush tail is long and bushy, yet with a dark tip at the end rather then the usual white tip. His front paws are darker furred, with four fingers with dark pads on the tips and on the upper part of his palms. With strong front legs and built clearly to run. His body is lean and lithe, yet tightly muscled under all that fur.
The kind of fox who smiles through the world like he has is always laughing inside at own little joke. The utter smugness of his smile is charming, if a little assuming. Eyebrows of dark fur crest over his often relaxedly half-lidded eyes, though the left is often raised in a teasing arch. His muzzle tapers out narrowly to a prominent dark fleshed nose, while his ears stand tall and tipped in dark fur on the points with more pale tan on the interior. His features are, simply put, quite handsome for a fox. His eyes are a deep green, shining like emeralds, and its true he is mostly anthropomorphic in that he is able to walk upright and move with obvious differences from basic animal anatomy. A smug, contented attitude hangs around him, a fox who clearly is at home in the world and deeply content at his place in it. Nick Wilde, former con-artist, now police officer. With a charming smile and russet red fur mixed with pale tan rather then the customary snowy white, he stands perhaps four feet tall, and a charming member of his species. The word comes with a lot of connotations.
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