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Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 17, 2012
Nick's morning started with the simple fact that coffee was life. Fox's naturally nocturnal Nick had long ago learned the complete and total value of working in broad daylight. Cops were less suspicious of a fox who worked in the day like a good normal citizen, and less like a... fox. Now he was cop, and his entire social life was hell for it. This was made worse by the fact that instead of his work day starting at 6 am instead of the very nice noon start he had with his old hustle. So Coffee had become the fuel by which all other things rotated around.
Nick's apartment was not exactly grand. He had taken a lot of short cuts in his life, and because of that his apartment was in the rainforest district, with a roof full of leaks, constant artificial storms, paint that was falling off the walls, and his one truest love. The espresso machine. Walking to the kitchen the Fox hadn't even put on clothing yet, wearing only boxer clothing, shower, work all had to wait for the simple divine taste of espresso. He went through the ritual he did every morning, adding water, plugging it in, placing his cup in it's place, and waited for the life giving elixir to manifest in his cup, except it didn't. The machine he had relied on for years let out a pitiful dying gasp, and sprayed cold half solid bean water into his mug. His attempts to salvage the machine only proved one thing, it was dead on arrival. It would need to be replaced.
Walking to the shower, he expected warm water, only to find it freezing cold. One soaked, cold, coffee-less morning later, Nick dredged into his uniform, and walked out into the streets of Zootopia.
and was immediately hit by a landslide of mud from a passing Elephants car.
Nick's green eyes twitched.
He walked to the public transport, going to the over crowded buss, mud still flaking off his fur as he went into Savannah Central. The walk from the train station to Precinct one was at least barable. The heat of the sun helping to dry his fur. Walking past clawhauser the cheetah tried to greet Nick, and Nick simply let out a low grumble, walking into the breakroom, he had at least a few minutes before the actual briefing today. Which meant he could grab Stale two hour old breakroom coffee. He poured himself a drink, holding the warm, dense liquid in his paws and drank deeply.
It wasn't espresso, but it would do.
Nick's apartment was not exactly grand. He had taken a lot of short cuts in his life, and because of that his apartment was in the rainforest district, with a roof full of leaks, constant artificial storms, paint that was falling off the walls, and his one truest love. The espresso machine. Walking to the kitchen the Fox hadn't even put on clothing yet, wearing only boxer clothing, shower, work all had to wait for the simple divine taste of espresso. He went through the ritual he did every morning, adding water, plugging it in, placing his cup in it's place, and waited for the life giving elixir to manifest in his cup, except it didn't. The machine he had relied on for years let out a pitiful dying gasp, and sprayed cold half solid bean water into his mug. His attempts to salvage the machine only proved one thing, it was dead on arrival. It would need to be replaced.
Walking to the shower, he expected warm water, only to find it freezing cold. One soaked, cold, coffee-less morning later, Nick dredged into his uniform, and walked out into the streets of Zootopia.
and was immediately hit by a landslide of mud from a passing Elephants car.
Nick's green eyes twitched.
He walked to the public transport, going to the over crowded buss, mud still flaking off his fur as he went into Savannah Central. The walk from the train station to Precinct one was at least barable. The heat of the sun helping to dry his fur. Walking past clawhauser the cheetah tried to greet Nick, and Nick simply let out a low grumble, walking into the breakroom, he had at least a few minutes before the actual briefing today. Which meant he could grab Stale two hour old breakroom coffee. He poured himself a drink, holding the warm, dense liquid in his paws and drank deeply.
It wasn't espresso, but it would do.