Impure - Chapter Eighteen
But argos _listened._ argos sat with him, at dinner tables and on sofas, and _listened_ to the things he had to say. argos asked questions.
Coell 5 - Flushed
She could see him stealing glances at her and argos, guessing he was curious about her model. both argos and gellan said she was unique, but she didn't feel special, she just felt like herself.
Impure - Chapter Seventeen
argos picked up his coffee, and turned away. “just another one in thirty minutes. and thank you.” argos padded back towards his table.
Impure - Chapter Seven
argos dreaded even to ask. “what's that, rivi?"
Impure - Chapter Sixteen
argos turned on a few lights, and went to the closet.
Impure - Chapter Six
Rivi hurried to catch up with argos. “why do you ask?" “because, assuming you're right?" argos waved at another such stone figure ahead of them.
Working Like a Dog: The Beginning
He noticed argos quickly, his ears perked as he waited. “argos, is that you?" he asked, squinting as approached. argos barked in agreement, standing and running his claws across the suitcase.
Impure - Chapter Two
The human then walked down the bar to argos. “avalin twenty-one, sir.” the bartender set the glass in front of argos. “enjoy.” argos picked it up, and toasted the man with it. “i will! and thank you.”
Impure - Chapter Eight
argos wondered exactly who that spite was really meant for. rivi’s last little clipped outburst gave him an awfully big clue, argos imagined there was a lot more to it than that.
Impure - Chapter Four
argos idly waved a tan-furred hand. “i sure do. you talk how you talk, i talk how i talk. and my name is argos, by the way." rivi smiled again, nodding once. “that's fair, mister argos, sir." argos held a hand up. “_just_ argos. i ain't your boss."
Impure - Chapter Ten
Hell, for all argos knew, the lion might have just been wondering what a cute cheetah like rivi was doing with a scruffy coyote like argos. he snorted. somehow, argos doubted it was that simple.
Impure - Chapter Nine
“mister argos has proven to be quite sweet-natured, and kindhearted.” iosa burst into raucous vulpine laughter, slapping the table. “aww, sweet little baby argos!” argos slapped the menu down. “i am fuckin’ not!”