The Sneakers Spirit (Commission)
There was an old biro pen with the lid missing under his chair; either a waitress or a customer had dropped it. "found it!" crisp exclaimed cheerily as he sat back up and showed brent the pen. brent fixed crisp a quizzical expression.
Jackob's Life Chapter 2: School Day
Must be from a biro or something.", he said in annoyance as he realised the fruitlesness of his attempts. in the meanwhile nick had taken a look what was upsetting jackob that much and when he saw the dick drawing, he asked:" do you want my tippex?"."
Shrapnel
No matter what it was, it was given the biro treatment and i'd have a list of phone numbers by the morning. i had just enough colour on my tail to make a few short-distance scentlight calls; otherwise i'd be walking.
22 - Lovebirds And Explosions
"a biro. look, mate, why are you avoiding katt's gaze?" falco ground his beak the way mammals grind their teeth. katt arched her brows. "falco?" krystal turned to her.
Straight and Narrow
What i came across instead was a writing desk, empty apart from a biro and a small, pink book, engraved writing on the front reading "diary of cathy tarwena. hands off, mofo." the window was slightly ajar. it was perfect. oh come on, it was.
Tail's of The Crimson Claw- Chapter 5
Kayla had allowed herself a small smile at this thought and guessed someone at the intelligence biro was going to get there tail handed to them for not realizing this was no a domestic servant, but in fact a slave owned buy non other then the butcher himself
Forgetful Dog (Multi Dog TF)
Connor retrieved a crumpled bank statement, turning it to the blank back and handing it to the sitting dog-woman, together with a blue biro. she began scrawling words erratically across the sheet. connor crouched down and read them aloud.
The time traveller:Ch. 3 - Exploring and learning
Matt was surprised that the dragon could use a pencil or a biro so perfectly, despite his claws. he was even more surprised that the writing style of the dragon resembled his own in nearly every way.
Testing the Waters
**testing the waters** the vixen yawned, covering her muzzle with one hand as the other idly tapped her pen against a tabletop that bore the marks of decades of student use; battle scars etched in biro ink.