I like it when he rants outside my shop. It helps bring in the customers.

Mouse/Ariel
Allah's Will by Armand LeBeau

Pious Muslims know that it is a great honor to surrender their will to a Higher Power. Me, I've never been a very good Muslim. That is, until I discovered that Allah could be one seriously hot mama in size twelve purple leather pumps.

I was so busy shoving things into my duffel bag that I don't even notice Ariel standing there for a moment, watching me with a sympathetic expression. Well, in my defense, I wasn't really doing a very good job packing, either. I stop for a moment, and we sort of stare at each other. Finally, I ask her, "What?" It comes out a little more hostile-sounding than I intend.

Mouse/Morningstar
Allah's Avatar, Part One: Wicked Angels by Armand LeBeau

Nothing about Morningstar is what you could call a “soft touch.”

Mouse finally gets up for a coffee break, standing and stretching and padding off barefooted towards the kitchen. He avoids my eyes, like that's going to keep me from watching him. I watch him drink his coffee--it's a sign of exactly how bored I am that I watch him drink the entire cup. On his way back to the biosequencer, I shove him into the wall.

Mouse/Jibril
Allah's Avatar, Part Two: Angel of Mercy by Armand LeBeau

I lie on the floor, listening to the soft sound of rain against the window. The wind rattles the pane. It would have been pleasant, if the taste of a certain supreme bastard didn’t still linger on my tongue.