"Alright, you can go."
The officer took the document the little fox had signed, glanced at it, and removed the tracker from his ankle.
The bare-chested Beastman pressed against the iron bars of his cell, surprised. "Little Boss, you're getting out already?"
Barto puffed out his chest proudly. "Of course I'm getting out quick. Someone's bailing me out."
The bare-chested Beastman was skeptical. "Don't you need to be family to bail someone out? Since when do you have any family? Must've cost a fortune, huh?"
Barto flicked his tail and huffed, "My brother is waiting for me outside. You think I'm like you? Even if you had a brother, he wouldn't come bail you out."
He walked past him and flashed a pinky finger at him. "You just stay put in here."
The bare-chested Beastman grew furious at his words. "Just you wait, you red-furred fox! The second I get out, I'm wrecking your stall!"
Barto paid him no mind and raised two pinky fingers at him.
'Wreck my stall? I'll chop off his tail.'
