-- be completely dependent, for now.. for tonight, at the very least. I'm not. I've never been, and rest assured for Nick Wilde.-- I won't be forever. I'm hands on, and it's why I chose the career I did, even if it became more of a monotonous routine than anything else. --

-- If it is selfish though, I make myself a swear right in this instant. I swear that I'll let Nick Wilde. lean on me; I'll be his support, and I'll let him place me on any pedestal he so wishes. Pulling out and completely following his guide, I find myself pondering --

-- how he might have decorated and chose to live in his place; is he a minimalist, or does he like his home to be filled? Mine? Mine is full; each room has a feel to it, and it's how I kept myself busy.

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The drive isn't long, but it's probably the longest feeling drive in a long time. That's coming from someone who spends her days driving the same route, day after day, seeing the same things. The only thing that makes it long is staying far enough back form Nick Wilde., --

-- to not look suspicious. Well, that and.. you know, the fact that I lose myself a handful of times to the ideas in my head about what Nick Wilde.'s place might look like. I landed on two polar opposites; one being chaotic and aesthetically dark, and the other being --

-- modern and as quiet as he has appeared to be all this time. I don't know! Maybe his secrets didn't come out in the same ways as mine. Maybe he didn't show everything he is by plastering it all over his walls and framing them. Maybe he's truly kept it to himself! One --

-- thing is for certain; I'm excited to find out. Forgoing everything else that happened today, I'm excited about ::that::-- it's the positive that I choose to focus on amidst all of the negative. Coming up on Nick Wilde.'s drive only moments after him, I slow as I pull --

-- up the short slope and following his lead into the garage. Cautious and observant, I'm careful not to knock into anything or scrape my mirrors along either wall-- though, there's ::plenty:: of room on each side. It's only once my car is pulled in far enough that the door --

-- will shut that I kill my engine and twist in my seat to grab the duffel I'd slung in the back. My hope? Nick Wilde. isn't burdened with the torment of nosy neighbours. Slipping from the car and swiveling to shut it, shoulders lift with a deep inhale and drop with an --

-- equally as slow exhale. "The drive wasn't so bad. You've a pretty view, anyway!" Said just before pivoting on my heel, eyes finally look and land on Nick Wilde., wide and falsely innocent.

One thing about myself that I've seldom the chance to explore, is my love and intrigue for all things new and mysterious. When feelings started registering with me, when a new light started shining on my world, I found that I was drawn to things that I'd never noticed before; --

-- people I walked by every day and never said a single word to, places and shadows that I'd never ventured before. Only.. I couldn't follow them. I couldn't risk being seen anywhere that I wasn't supposed to be. Gifted that chance now, I don't back down with nerves as much --

-- as one might think. In fact, in knowing that Nick Wilde. invited me here himself, I think I'm rather bold to press forward on confident feet with eager strides. What ::does:: hide behind his door? What ::is:: #Nick like when others aren't watching and scrutinizing his --

-- every action and word? Lips worrying together, I ascend the short case of wooden steps that lead into the house form the garage, and into what makes up his actual home. It's ::not:: dark. Just like that, my chaotically dark aesthetic thought vanishes. If that's --

-- not who Nick Wilde. is, then that's not who he is. The best part about ::not:: knowing, is not having to stick to one solid idea. It's wonderful.. it's ::beautiful::, actually, because it means that I'll get to learn #Nick from beginning to end, if he so chooses to --

-- share that with me. Beyond the fact that Nick Wilde.'s place isn't dark, the first thing that I notice is how he decorates. The pictures on the walls and how they're hung; evenly spaced and placed in a way to draw the eye, without being overwhelming. He has --

-- a keen eye, and I hum for it. "I can't say that it's what I expected. But.. I'm not sure that I can it's what I didn't expect, either. It's.. hmm-- pleasantly surprising, and I mean that in a ::good:: way, #Nick." Taking it upon myself to venture in past the door and --

-- wander just slightly, I have to stop and turn as I speak, so that I can direct my words ::to:: Nick Wilde., and not his place.

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