Snug as a Sybian Bug
irving smiled down at her and gave the space between her ears a quick, teasing peck.
Sic Itur Ad Astra
Gold.********** anne ryan had refused to look at him - collins, irving collins - in the eye the whole day.
Chapter X: A Broken Promise
irving held up a paw, "mr. fuchs is my uncle, clem. i'm just irving." clementine blushed, "irving, thank you." she took the time to put her uniform back on.
A Chance of Showers - Part Four
A human male walked up to them and introduced himself as doctor irving. "you must be kip and jake," he said cheerfully, motioning them to follow him into the clinic.
Freelancers, Chapter 25
irv and i returned to our hotel room on the citadel after lunch and found him waiting for us with a huge knife." dakka's jaw dropped. "oh, _shit_." irving laughed.
Remedy, a story of Aligare (Chapter 5)
She went next to the irvings' home. the three brothers were fit young men, quick to grin and quicker to throw their weight into their labour.
Freelancers, Chapter Twelve
"irv's grandmother is general natalie kurakova. well, she's been retired a long time, but she still kicks ass. she fought in the first contact war." "_oh_." goresk waved a hand at irving.
Chapter XI: Family Secrets
irving looks like he's about to pop... wanna help him out?" she looked at him. it occurred to her that out of the times he'd helped her before, she'd never returned the favor to irving.
Chapter III: Royally Fuchsed
You're one of irving's aren't you?" peter shrugged, "i guess i am." irving came out of their bedroom, "did someone say my name?"
Blood, Sweat, and Diesel: Chapter 11
I explained, stopping when irving turned to the side to cough into his sleeve. "go on." irving said, once he had recovered.
The Lion's Den: A Short Story
If you have time, please check out his work here: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/morticus/ story and characters (c) irving cover artwork and thumbnail (c) morticus art is used with permission the lion's den by irving artwork © morticus jasper's leg throbbed
Chapter IV: Family Reunion
irving stood stock still as she let him go then a tall stoat who looked like his own mirror image was there. gertrude gently pushed the teenager toward his father, "irving, this is our son, walter."