Any Port, Chapter 1: Disorientation.
Zap brought mortimer a drink and whispered something into his ear. mortimer took two sips before realizing what the ampharos meant, turning on his radio, and relaxing. * * *
Status Symbol
Magistrate from britannia, sir mortimer pendleton." mortimer snapped back into the present, nodding in what he hoped was a pleasant gesture. "apologies if i seem a bit quiet today.
A RedQuest Tale - Chapter 8 (Clean)
Closing the door behind her, she looked down the steps and saw mortimer sitting on the bottom step, sulking. coming down the steps slowly, she spoke calmly. "mortimer. are you okay?"
Sleuthing
mortimer kept staring at his knees, growing redder and redder. "mortimer... you're not... trying to hit on me, right?" brad rumbled, uncomfortably. the doberman gaped. "n-n-no! no of course not!" he looked down at his knees, supremely embarrassed.
Any Port, Chapter 3: Adrift.
Zap stood and started to build a charge, but mortimer waved him off. "looks like the place's gonna be all yours." mortimer threw open his front door and ford threw mortimer across much of the front lawn.
Counter Earth Chronicles - The Demon’s Slave Interstitial 2: The Duel
mortimer screamed as his body first imploded then exploded.
Alias' Adventure - Chapter 9
I wince "i can do, but i feel that i'll be ripping you off mortimer, i stepped through a portal that i was told to, that's all there is to it." mortimer raises an eyebrow "by jove, that was very honest of you m'lad.
SMOKE / MORTIMER
Dieser ging vor zu mortimer und setzte sich zu ihm auf die frostbedeckte bordsteinkante. „das war nicht so gemeint, przepraszam." mortimer zog an seiner zigarette und starrte zu boden. „du musst nicht meinen vater spielen.
Parlor Talk
Maybe he should ask mortimer to be his workout buddy? ...nevermind, that probably wasn't a good idea... "well, i guess it makes sense for me to do that part anyway..." mortimer was saying.
*PDS* Abbot Mortimer of Redwall, Bound and Ready
The weight of the abby lifted for a while and mortimer nuzzled the soft womanly mounds. constance squeezed them around his face when he let out a long groan. "don't get too comfortable, mortimer. this isn't an every day thing."
Cleaning Comes First
mortimer, turning his head, said, "smells like mouse." a roll of her eyes. "really?" "that earthy, slightly musky ... that rural smell. you know?" "smells fine. it's nice." mortimer raised his brow. "what?"
He Goes Where He Wanna
Steady as it was, donté still did a good job in reciprocating against mortimer's trembling responses.