Ch. 22 -- Embassy
He tried his best to hide his excitement, but his tail apparently had not received the memo. "good morning," he gushed. "welcome to the free krysh embassy, my name is elrod, how can i be of service?"
Room Mate
If you liked the story gimme a memo on irc (nick killen). or email me: [[email protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)
Code of Ethics in Regard to Interns
This was an inventor's office: schematics drawn hastily on napkins, equations highlighted by coffee mug stains, and science fiction symbology scribbled into the margins of company memos.
Launch Parties
"alright, lawler... take a memo, please..." \* \* \* memorandum - wide release - syntech to: all employees of morphsuit r&d from: vp darwen re: gen3 morphsuit launch party!
Bounty Hunter Uncle (Patreon story)
According to the memo, he didn't gain the attention of the law until a year or so back.
If Only In My Dreams
He suspected, more cynically, that tom felt he'd be able to explain the delays on the _santa fe trail_ better in person, rather than let a memo set him up for taking the blame.
[WIP] 2047 A.D.Heavens Fall [EN-001] Remastered
"memo to myself, i've created a monster." 3 months later "4021xy and other subjects have been able to kill hundreds of lupains. 4021xy is loyal, he even almost killed subject 4018xy three months ago.
A Silent Soul- Chapter 14
I trailed off, assuming he would get the memo. he poked his head out of the shower curtain and met my gaze for a moment. "well i mean... not really but if you're ready for that...?" he replied hesitantly.
Chapter 10
_ the voice suddenly exclaimed, startling the young male, _"didn't you get the memo?"_ jeremy reached into his pocket and pulled out a small yellow slip of paper, he held it in his hands.
Muscle-Growth Massage
"well, if they were supposed to, i didn't get the memo," carlone said. taris heard the dragon getting out a few bottles, and closed his eyes. might as well relax while the dragon got the oils ready for his massage.
Boy Scouting: A Baby Blue Short
The raccoon reached one paw over his shoulder into the unzipped front compartment of his backpack, pulled out a small memo pad, and blushed as he looked at it.
Interlude
Randolph, as usual, didn't get the memo and dove straight on it, his tongue lashing at it hungrily, ass in the air, proud eager erection straining beneath.