[AN - As before, some of these only make sense in the context of other snippets. I'll probably restructure all of them with the next chapter when I get around to posting it. Thanx!]
"Grr. This is so frustrating. Why can I never pull off a prank on you?"
"Well...Carrots...you know how you say I'm just an overgrown kit and you have to be the adult?"
"So?"
"Well..."
[chuckle]
"Silly rabbit. Tricks are for kits."
[pause]; [groan]
[AN Did I really go there? Yes...yes I did. =D]
"So...hypothetically..."
"Okay. This will be good."
"Shut up. If, let's say, at some point in the future we...uh...got married...which should I use? Wilde-Hopps or Hopps-Wilde?"
[pause]
"Uh...yep. That was good."
"Nick...just checking...you'd never post anything on FurBook that was inappropriate right?"
"Define inappropriate."
"Oh...you know. Humiliating, career threatening, would make my Dad want to zap you again...that sort of thing."
"Ah. Right. So basically no more posting? Is that it?"
"This is a bad idea."
"Oh come on."
"REALLY bad idea."
"It can't be that bad. I bet we won't even find anything."
"Carrots - you're a minor celebrity...the Hero of Zootopia. And I kind of am as well."
"Pfft. You're just scared."
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
[search rule 34 nick and judy] [click]
[whirr]
"..."
"Wow."
[horror]; [paws over mouth]
"OH MY GOODNESS!" [muffled]
"Would that even work?"
"WHAT?"
"I mean...I know rabbits are flexible." [head tilt] "But do you bend like that?"
[PUNCH]; [thud]
"so...worth...it" [whimpered]
"Seriously though...Wilde-Hopps or Hopps-Wilde?"
"Really?"
"Yes. Really." [foot tapping nervously]
"Okay. Er. Sheesh. Nothing like catching a fox off guard. Well Wilde-Hopps sounds like the name of a beer. Or..uh...a...uh...gentleman's club for bunnies."
"And Hopps-Wilde? That's like the name of a rabbit rave during Spring Break. Or a bunny having a seizure."
[pause]
"That's it. The wedding's off."
"Don't we have to be engaged first?"
"Nick! I'm sorry!"
"What were you thinking?"
"I...I...I didn't even think about it."
"Really?"
"It's just something we bunnies do. All of us do it."
"Are you kidding? It's the first rule. Judy."
"Nick..."
"You do remember what happened when I first met your dad right? The whole 'Hi Dad!' and ZAP...singed fox thing?"
"I'll fix it. I promise. Please..."
"First. Rule. Never, never, NEVER...friend your parents on FurBook."
"Hey Nick...I was thinking th-"
[open mouth/close mouth]
"Good boy. See? You are teachable."
[grumble]
"What about a blanket instead of a sweater?"
"This again?"
"Or...maybe several small blankets. You know. For kits...if we need them...like...some time in the future?"
"WHAT?"
[crying]
"Carrots."
"Go 'way."
"Judy."
"GO 'WAY!" [shrieking]
"Judy...please."
[sobbing]
"Don't you...JUDY...me! I try...to...talk about our...our...future and you MOCK ME. YOU...MOCKED...ME!"
"Judy. Look at me."
"Why?"
[deep breath]
"If...if...hypothetically...we got did...uh...get married at some point in the future. I wouldn't care if it was Wilde-Hopps or Hopps-Wilde or anything in between."
[sobbing slows]
"All...all that matters to me is that you're my Judy. My bunny. We can figure out everything else as we go. Like we always do."
"Oh Nick..."
[crying hugs]
"I'm here. Always."
[more hugs]; [crying stops]
"You bunnies. So emotional." [tears]
[pause]
"Nick?"
"What?" [softly]
"Did you just propose to me?"