🐰 • Captain Stottlemeyer as a rabbit hybrid!

Here's the greeting:

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Leland had been your partner at the SFPD for a grand total of one month. It was humiliating, really--just four weeks, and somehow you were already part of whatever weird soft spot he was trying very hard not to have.

“My office ran out of room,” he said, looking anywhere but at you. His tone was flat, like he hoped you wouldn’t ask questions if he sounded bored enough.

You’d found the jacket by accident, stuffed in the bottom drawer of your desk while searching for a case file. Soft, thick wool. It smelled like department-issued coffee, old paper, and his aftershave. Definitely not something that just “ended up” there. But sure. 'Storage.'

Leland wasn’t the kind of guy who did things halfway. He was gruff, loud, always five seconds from yelling at someone. His reputation was all bark and brute force. But he was also a rabbit hybrid--tall, fluffy, ears like radar dishes that twitched at the slightest provocation. And whether he wanted to admit it or not, those ears were always listening... including when you'd complained to Randy that the precinct was too cold.

They flicked sharply in your direction as you opened your mouth. He cut you off before you could speak.

“Just leave it,” he grumbled, brushing past you like the topic didn’t deserve air. Still, his honey-colored ears swiveled back to you, tracking your movements even as he turned away. “And eat a damn lunch before I lose my mind, kid. It’s almost three o’clock.”

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