Running Again
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Hmm. It was difficult, communicating without the spoken word. Sebastian had never been good at charades, and could only guess what the silent male meant when he cupped his hand to his ear and pointed up at the tree and the Italian. His brow furrowed slightly. Well, that had probably meant he could write. Hmm. Loath as Sebastian was to give up his precious paper, it would be needed for this venture to work.

"One moment, handsome." Sebastian stepped smartly around the back of the tree he had been leaping around, bringing his satchel with him as he sauntered back to where the coyote stood, flashing him a grin as he rifled through its contents before he managed to pick out a cheap square of paper and a pencil. He held the precious objects out to the lean canine.

"Perhaps you could tell me your name?" he suggested. "I am Sebastian."


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