Learning Self-Control
Twig is a curious deer mouse and pesters his friend constantly about just what he does all day at work.
Positive Feedback Loop [COM]
The deer mouse had deduced that the mephits' spray marking was some kind of symbol or code to others of their kind.
Mouse Your House
Monty clinks glasses with him and gives the deer mouse a kiss. "we're at, what, 60-something? houses?" fridley says. "time flies, doesn't it? i _think_ it's over sixty. season 1 was 13 episodes.
Busy Season
_ tk didn't acknowledge the deer mouse's remark. cori glanced at the clock and chirped in a loud voice, "it's almost opening time! places, everyone! get to your places!" at that, the chipmunk scampered off.
5.3 - Eternal Sunshine
The deer mouse sniffed at her, blinking distractedly. “uh.” his whiskers twitched, and he shook it off before stammering, “or … well, technically, i think it’s _bad_, b-but—” cordova shot him a steely look. “right.”
Two Preds, One Prey W.I.P.
Cream cheese says as she lowers her gaze to the panting deer mouse on her chest.
Mouse Your House: Yuletide Edition
The deer mouse asks. "i'm pretty sure he does, but i don't know how you folks do things here." "a throne?" whinny echoes. "um, no ... just a chair." "are you _sure_?" "i've lived in _santa claus_, indiana, my whole life."
Cheese Tariffs
The deer mouse nodded, his long, snaky tail moving about on the floor behind his chair, the top of the tail colored a bit differently than the bottom. his fur was a buttery-tan on the back, limbs, neck.
Sparky's Delivery Service | Chapter 1 [Comm]
She and annie had been friends for several years now, and the deer-mouse providing her with a near omnipotent amount of information found great pleasure in indulging the fennec by providing feedback about the state of her pants
All Ears
The deer mouse, ears heavily rosy-pink, gave a weak wave with his fingers, looking even more shy than usual. "you havin' sex?" rhine asked audra, eyes widening. "why aren't ya naked?"
Crash
And, after a moment, the deer mouse sighed a bit. a soft, little breath, whispering, "alright. i, uh ... sorry," he went, padding over to her. to the couch. and sinking onto the cushions, weakly leaning his head on her shoulder and closing his eyes.
First Love Remains
By the end of our time at woodshire, we were shuffling our feet for fear of paralyzing some poor deer mouse. briarwood was better.