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"Alright, Carrots, you can't skip this one. Describe your type."
Judy peeled herself off her cluttered desk, glancing at the magazine with a frown. "You're still on that?"
In The Loop is more amusing than he'd like to admit. It featured the kind of news that rots brains than nourishes like absurd rumors about the latest IT mammal, advice columns on fashion and relationship issues, interview articles of celebrities, and sneak peeks to upcoming, exclusive concerts. On the front cover, Gazelle strikes a pose in her signature shimmering vermillion outfit. No wonder Clawhauser read this every week. "Where else will I get the latest news on Shakira's secret man?"
That earned him a small grin before exhaustion wiped it away. Her battery was low and it was only afternoon.
"Hold on, Carrots, I'm not done with you yet."
His chair rolled against the tiles, lightly bumping into Judy's. "It's important. What's one trait your ideal mammal must have?" She didn't respond until he rested a paw on her to shake her awake.
"To know when to leave me alone," she croaked.
Nick snatched her carrot pen to tick a box. "They have to be considerate. Got it. What physical traits do you want in your ideal mammal?"
Judy snorted. "Nick, those magazines are catered towards younger mammals like my sisters. Not grown mammals like ourselves."
Nick fiddled with her pen, shaking his head. "Not exactly an answer, Fluff."
Nick's boredom outweighed his rationality. It was no use talking sense back into him. Judy let out a long sigh. "I guess I like handsome mammals."
He snickered as he checked off another box. "Alright Carrots, is your ideal mammal older or younger than you?" Nick spared her a glance as he waited for her to answer.
Judy grinned, reading right through him. "Probably mammals my age. Some mammals are just so old, they never have the energy for anything."
"Hey!" Nick growled. Judy stuck her tongue out and grinned. He cleared his throat and scribbled on the paper again. He used her pen to trace the page from beginning to end then closed up the magazine with a mischievous grin.
"Well Fluff," Nick proudly announced, "According to this quiz, your type is me!"
Judy smelled bull. She leaned closer to her partner, raising an accusing eyebrow. "Oh really? That's what the magazine says? Let me take a look at it, Slick."
Nick raised it above his head, sticking his tongue out this time. "It's true. You just gotta believe me, Fluff."
She folded her arms against her chest, planning on how she can steal that magazine. But that required energy she didn't have. "Too bad it's just a dumb magazine and it's not actually true."
"I don't know, Carrots. These quizzes can be quite accurate."
Judy waved him off, returning back to her same position from earlier to hide her smile.
Nick snickered for the last time before rolling back to his desk. He flipped through the pages, finding his next source of entertainment and landed upon another quiz. He wheeled himself back to Judy with wonderful news. "Alright, Carrots, this one's too good to pass up. Describe your-"