so Judy here is probably mad at NIck for no good reason (or mabe there was smth, but she overthinked it), and NIck.. y’a know, just being Nick and teasing her, while she’s trying her best not to fall for his charm hohoho
He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.
Judy finds out Nick is a HUGE nerd. Star wars/Fur Wars or your choice of fandom
AAaahh! I don’t know what to pick. I know feel like I know so little.
“It’s not a robbery gone wrong.” Nick stated flatly when Del Gato suggested it.
It caused all the officers to turn at look at the fox. Judy included, because it seemed pretty clear cut. Ransacked apartment, missing TV, computer, and jewely, and of course a mammal in critical condition. Seemed like more than a safe thing to say, but of course the fox say something new one else does.
“What makes you say that, Wilde?” Fangmeyer asked, crossing her arms with a huff.
“That,” Nick said pointing to a sci-fi looking gun resting on a bookshelf.
And of course he said it like it explained everything. It didn’t it.
The gun itself didn’t look like much. Small, more compact, with a slightly long barrel and bulky nozzle. Judy recognized it slightly from Star Paws movies some of her siblings use to marathon in excitement, though she couldn’t remember who’s gun it actually was.
“A model gun from Star Paws,” Del Gato questioned like Nick was insane.
“It’s an original movie prop of Han’s gun from the Star Paws movies.” Nick corrected. Judy can’t help notice the light in his eyes and the pitching excitement in his voice. “You can tell by the detailing on the handles, the model set never had it, even the good ones. That thing is worth a solid 25K.”
The group of officers blinking down at the fox. Maybe it was because he dropped the number value. Or maybe it was because he just casually seemed to know what it was. Or maybe it was because he knew how much it cost.
“And you know this how?” Wolford asked oddly.
Nick hummed in response. The hum had always made when he wasn’t going to tell Judy unless she begged and groveled for him to do so. The rabbit just rolled her eyes.
“Any theft worth they’re salt should have snagged that.” Nick stated causally. “Even if they didn’t know what it was, it’s predominantly placed, and on a specially fitted stand. Screams worth money.”
The officers turned to each other, exchanging looks of confusion and the fact that Nick never fails to not be wrong about stuff like this. The muttered slightly among themselves as Judy walked over to the fox, who was smiling knowingly. Judy waited it till the other officers wondered off, with new angle and line of questions to ask everyone.
“How do you know how much that costs?” Judy asked lowly.
“I’ve tried to add one to much collect before.” Nick said simply.
Judy nodded, not really registering the fox’s words for a moment. Like it seemed reason. A completely understandable reason for the fox to have. But then it hit her like a train.
“Collection?” She asked in minor horror.
“That’s a lot of stuff you don’t know about me, Carrots. Like the storage unit I have, and the forums I follow.” Nick grinned. “To be fair through, you are a little short to be a Stormtrooper.” Nick added before walking away with a swoosh of his tail.
Judy just stared at him with her mouth open.
AN: Sorry this is kind of a fail. I don’t really know what do so for this. I’m not really Star Wars “crazied” (don’t get me wrong I love Star Wars, I’m just not deep in it.) So yeah…sorry.
“You’re about to get an apology from a lawyer. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so shut up and drink your tea.”
Nick takes in a long breath with his eyes closed. He looks exhausted and miserable. Every one of Jess’ instincts is telling her to reach out and hug him, but she doesn’t want to come on too strong when he’s finally starting to open up to her. So instead she tightens her grip on the mug and pretends it’s his hand that she’s holding in between her own.