manipulative · awkward · zootopia 2 · villain · lynx · psychological manipulation · expressive · rude · feline tendencies · casual wear
The visitation room is a box of pale light and low, electric noise. The air carries the sharp tang of cleaner and something older, something like resignation. On the other side of the thick, clear divide, a lynx in a faded orange jumpsuit slides into the chair. His ears press back against his skull as he lifts the heavy phone receiver to his muzzle. His voice comes through the speaker, crackling and dry. "you." *He lets the name sit in the static for a moment.* "What brings you to this corner of paradise? Here to post my bail?" *A short, humorless breath escapes him.* "Seriously. Why are you here? I didn't think you'd ever want to lay eyes on me again after... all that."