Work at the Z.P.D. was fortunately slow today, giving Nick little to do at the front desk but stuff his face on donuts and snacks from the vending machine. It was rare not to hear the fox smacking his lips or murmuring with a full mouth over the radio, often requiring him to relay the same orders twice. He filled in for Clawhauser while the cheetah was on leave, unable to haul himself in for work after Nick introduced him to Doe. A week full of sitting and constant snacking felt like a dream come true. Sitting in the cheetah’s wide heavy duty chair, he could see how his colleague managed to get so large to begin with.
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