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Judy Hopps

@OptimisticCop

☆ — ❝But predators shouldn't suffer because of my mistakes. I have to fix this.❞ ≪ Literate ☆ Detailed ☆ Serious ☆ @BidoofsWish ☆ icon by 悪果 ≫

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💜 JUDY HOPPS 💜 🌌 Not new to verse/rp 🌌 Writer's @BidoofsWish 🌌 @SIyCop's partner 🌌 Literate/Detailed/Serious 🌌 RTs appreciated !!!


— the right thing. She was keeping Nick safe.


— putting him in more danger? She subconsciously shook her head, followed by giving herself an affirming subconscious nod. She was doing —


— suspicious, "I promise you I'll be fine driving." Was she doing the right thing? Was she even protecting him this way? Or was it —


— leave." "Oh, and I'll drive," she added hastily darting her eyes back and forth quickly, hoping that sudden declaration wasn't being —


— horror that awaited her; an unknown number of dangerous creatures. And she was going to do it alone. "Whenever you're ready, we can —


— given him a convincing smile, her ears perked up, her eyes closed as she held her grin. Even with just her eyes close, she imagined the —


— just have to investigate the place. I mean I could do it alone but, I enjoy your company." She finally turned to him and hoped the have —


— treats inside rather than her partner, "it should be an easy case. Just a routine check in. Some kids roughhousing or something and we —


— him. They weren't Nick. "Well," Judy began, looking over at the vending machine along the wall, her eyes focused on the sweets and —


— nothing stood out besides the feral creatures (she, for the time being, refused to call them foxes). They weren't foxes. They weren't —


— particular had their head turned towards the sly, their eyes closed tightly and their mouth agape. She could almost hear the cry. But, —


— with shock, a few of them clasping hands over their mouths, some even looking as if they were in the midst of screaming. One in —


— of the potting plant and looking as if it was about to spill everywhere. She saw all the animals looking on in horror, their eyes wide —


— running past him in a hurried manner. The shopkeeper had dropped whatever he was holding and it hung suspended in air, dirt flying out —


— pulling in goods, such as flowers and food, one in the process of falling. It looked as if he had tripped or been pushed by sheep —


— the tears were somewhat glimmering in their eyes. Perhaps she examined the photos a bit too much. There were also shopkeepers quickly —


— as if she was in the midst of taking a step back, trying to get a safe distance. Her child looked alarm, they appeared to be crying, as —


— intersection they were at, the animals around them, such as a mother otter pulling her child back behind her, one foot behind the other —


— wrong, however. She so desperately wanted to be wrong about that. She had even memorized the surroundings in the photos; the —


— white, a very obvious and noticeable spot, a discoloration. It was the one thing that stood out the most in the light. She wanted to be —


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