Girl Talk [side A]
Not that i stopped moping around long enough at the time to muse wisely on any of that.
Jesters Chapter 1
There's no way out, and the place we're in isn't so good, anyway, so, instead of moping about, why not be actually happy about it?** **that's what arwen and i do as members of the jester college.
On the Pull of Easter
The sky was as grey as the coat of the raccoon moping about in his set of a wrinkled shirt and shorts. this ring tailed wrench named adamos looked towards the sky out of the window. even though the holiday of hope had come and gone.
Enter the Players
The otter let out another depressed sigh as he moped and sulked, watching his peers play with gusto. "hey, watcha doin up in this tree for?" asked an innocent voice from behind the cub.
SWAT Kats: The Art of Being Naughty, CH 31-44 (complete)
"my son, why are you moping around?" his mother finally demanded some months after the club had reopened. "i'm not moping," he denied flatly. "oh, really?
Guess Who's Coming To Dinner
"because it was definitely getting old for me too, listening to rory's moping. and he does mope, i'm sure you have noticed." i didn't find it in me to protest, and i just gave victor a look, with my ears drooping.
Star Hopper Chapter 10
He suddenly snapped back to his normal self, quick, resilient, and ready to take on any challenge, but that turned sour and he went back to his moping." "then why don't we go save him now!"
Archie's Adventures Guest Chapter - The Shepherd.
The raccoon sighed, watching everyone else work while he mopes. "well, sitting around isn't really going to make that better is it?" the raccoon turned in the direction of the sound, spotting the face of a grinning fox nearby.
Deep Oceans, Deeper Dreams
"do you always mope about?" i grunted at that. i had been moping, to my chagrin. i turned slightly and devoured my food. it was amazing, how simple fare could taste so amazing on the refined tongue.
Howly Birthday
I'd never be able to mope about not deserving you again. after all, you'd me my werewolf girlfriend." giving a silly lick to her cheek fluff, she seemed a bit displeased.
Brood-filled Judy
Her eight teats were each bigger than her old meter maid moped, tight as drums, and constantly sprayed fire hose volumes of super rich milk, which the cavern happily absorbed.
Glorious
The fox-boi picked a stall as much to do his business in as to mope. the night was really turning into a bust for him. not a single piece of prime-beef in sight, unless you counted the bull-dykes which he certainly was not gonna do.