Thread: Zootopia: Blue Snow (N7Biotic x east)

I make two hundred bucks a day fluff, seven days a week since I was twelve. Those words had been the start of something. Nick still wasn't entirely sure if that something was special or not, but it was certainly new in his life. Nick had once been a fox cub who wanted nothing more than to be part of a herd, that dream hadn't lasted long and he had learned the hard way that if you stick your neck out for anything you were bound to get your head chopped off. That was up until he met a rabbit who defied pretty much every expectation. Sure her methods were more than a little illegal at the time. She had blindsided him pretty hard with that play about his taxes. He had only learned a few weeks after the fact that tax evasion was handled by the ZBI, and a little rabbit meter maid had no authority to do anything let alone send him to jail for five years. You think that would have enraged the fox a little more, but if anything it won the rabbit even more of his respect. That wasn't to say it was impossible for her to hurt him, in fact she already had once, and that had been nearly impossible to recover from, and yet she had helped to see him through the police academy, and go on the strait and narrow, for once the fox was part of the group and doing exactly what he wanted with his life. Except there was a catch because going onto the strait and narrow meant sacrifices had to be made. As Nick woke up in his Rainforest Disctrict luxury apartment. He stretched out on the over sized bed. Where Judy's apartment was too small for her species size, Nick's was illustriously big. Having originally been designed for a species two class sizes above him, chief buffalo butt himself could walk through his door and find himself moderately comfortable. With no care in the world and a cash only business, two hundred bucks a day had been a slow day. Plus there were other things from less law abiding ventures, discount rugs, moving of stolen property, fixing up meetings for the mob. He had gotten so used too living a higher life standard, but as he walked naked into his living room scratching at the cream fur on his chest he knew this was impossible to last, and clear as day the pink letter sat under his front door. See he had made enough money that in his life if he had wanted to stop the scams and stop working at one time he could have, he could have just moved to a smaller apartment and lived easy for a few good years, but he hadn't decided to live easy he had decided to go legit, and that meant back taxes. Coming clean to the IRS, he had seen what should have been a sizable life savings drained dry by vultures, and lost pretty much everything he had worked for over the years. All the money that would have made his life comfortable was gone, which meant it had only been a matter of time. He lifted the note, reading his eviction notice he had a week to move out. Going from the kitchen to the bathroom he showered, and dried himself finally getting dressed in uniform. His breakfast was a quick sandwich with a slice of left over fish. Walking out of the door he was already trying to figure out where to move. The hard truth about Zootopia was that the living expenses in the city were too high, he mulled over the options as he walked down to the park garage. Stepping into his car. Not unlike the apartment the younger version of Nick the arrogant one who would flaunt his money had bought a Chevrolet Cameowro. It was an older model from when he was a teen his second car, and he had managed to keep it in almost pristine condition. The car was his pride and joy, and thankfully it was already paid off and out of the reach of tax man. That let him give the car a hug as he got in and started to drive down the early morning streets At six o clock the sun was just starting to break over the early morning of the city, and as he crossed from the Rainforest district to the Savannah put down the windows so he could feel the morning breeze running through his fur as he reached Hopp's box of an apartment. He had never been inside the building. It was a little too cramped for one person let alone two. He rubbed his muzzle for a moment thinking about if it was a good idea to send in an application to that place. When Hopp's got into his car he turned to her. Hey officer toot toot, ready to make the world a better place for eight hours and then complain about back problems when you get old? Starting the car he watched her for a moment. Are you happy in that shoe box you call a house? Cause... I kind of am getting kicked out of my place. He decided to just drop the hammer early rather than beat around the bush.