ZOOTOPIA"A'much mur'ntel d'need?"
"Enough to finish my case by tonight, preferably."
*sigh* "A'nt ye s'kin e'much?"
"You would be too if you've been out in the streets for weeks."
"Miss'em e'ready, huh?"
"Um, de'I ask t'much?"
"A'ell. No'me nten'tion e' scare e'like that."
"You're a nobody to them, you know, why do you care?"
"If you're asking if they are fine, they are."
"Ac'cly, somthn' else."
"Just sa'in, E'just moved'e th'Canopy District."
"Oh? Tired of living downtown?"
"Well... just thought'e som'n could'elp watch ove'them?"
"E'can assure you. I don't mean harm."
"You..." *sigh* "You probably don't. But your chief?"
"... 'Kay, ya'get 'point. But it ain't d'Chief we cops e'wary of."
"Oh? You mean you're, heh, some double agent or what?"
"Evn' Chief serv's Swinton, ya'know."
"Oh, the mayor?"
"'Course. She's d'boss. She gets'e veto d'Chief f'she feels like it."
"And how does this translate to watching over the Ivy area by moving over to Canopy?"
"Ell, E'just nee'ta be ca'ful, lie low n'not get t'close t'the two, at's wha'I plan."
"De'fine, as'ye said. Ivy's a quie'place."
"Precisely why we live there."
"I'll go out now. Can't stay here dilly-dallying."
"I'll tell'ya e'I got news 'bout this Kevin, kay? Gotta admit e's kinda slippery."
Phew. Spent like 80% of my time drawing this on the bottles, which I think is a bit of wasting too much time, but eh, I guess sometimes that kinda happens.
Okay, so, yeah, this is Jean Elxandre and Keanan Howliwell again, except that this is in Zoodystopia, where Jean (who, again, speaks first here) is still a cop, but Keanan's a private investigator of sorts. They are buddies here, but kinda not on easy terms, especially since Keanan's kinda worried if Jean's getting to close to his siblings may be a problem.
I think I should start writing a fic about this guys, but so far my draft in my head sounded too soap opera-y (is that even a word?
), but eh, hopefully I can get them out eventually.