02-12-2009, 12:17 AM
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[/html]We can say the door was half-ajar! XD And 's cool.
It worked, it worked, somehow the male understood him. Barthélémy forced down a wide grin, not wanting to look weird grinning and staring at dead bodies. Instead, Barthélémy watched the other canine examine the room and began to shuffle forward, not wanting him to go in or touch anything -- or anyone. Barthélémy did not want anyone going inside and disrupting it in case it somehow helped him -- or someone else -- find the murderer. The arctic luperci had never investigated a murder before, so he was hoping he could find someone who would. He was content with finding the different people to do the job. He would stand watch.
Barthélémy moved to block the male's path, but as he went to move, the male suddenly turned on him, slamming him into the door frame. Barthélémy felt his head hit the door frame (again) and struggled for a few moments to breathe. The males fingers dug into Barthélémy's skin, causing him to whimper once more, struggling to get free. He whined, low in his throat, unable to bring himself to reply. "Han?" he struggled, shifting slightly and trying to relieve the pressure of the male's hands on his neck. He did not like this, did not like this at all. This hurt, hurt, hurt and Barthélémy did not like being hurt. "A-a... arrêt..." he whined, feeling tears well up in his eyes.