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“Why, Nick?” She asked in an exasperated voice as she parked their cruiser, silencing the rumbling growl of the V8 engine.
“Why what?” He replied in a feigned tone of innocence to match, though the ever-present smirk seemed a touch more smug than usual.
“Why do you insist on being a distraction rather than an asset on this case?” Her body language was rigid, the fluff of her paws left the massive black steering wheel in order to fulfill the classic “what the heck, Nick?” gesture. Resting the sides of her paws on the top of the steering wheel, exposed palms facing towards each other, she waited for his explanation.
This of course, only caused the sly Reynard to ease his sharp features into a roguish grin, eyeing her through a hooded gaze in which flickers of emerald took on a wild bu