I am your heavy eyelids

[Barthélémy Aston]

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What? No, it wasn't no for Barthélémy, it was no for the snoopy coyote! He was not allowed in here, not here, not here! Barthélémy needed to find someone who could find the murderer. This coyote was not allowed in here! Barthélémy started forward and began to raise his leg to paw at the coyote, but paused. This coyote was strong and what if he became angry at Bart again? Barthélémy flattened his ears, then frowned, shaking his head. "Non, toé non! Ne... ne... moé... p-p-as..." he replied, but felt his confidence waver as the coyote began to speak again. He recoiled slightly, staring at the other male in confusion. "J't'en câlisse!" He was tired of the coyote saying things he didn't understand and was past the point of caring. So what! Damn it all! Barthélémy frowned sourly and cursed under his breath once more, but in a quieter voice.



The coyote began pointing again and to this, Barthélémy shook his head. Why was he pointing at his cloth? Barthélémy knew he could not see (his eyes were probably all white like the crazy dingo he had met a year ago) and he wanted to hide it. Barthélémy did not mind that the coyote was blind. He did mind that the coyote was here touching things and ruining everything. The coyote was supposed to help Bart find someone to find the murderer! But he wasn't! This coyote was completely useless!



Again, the coyote pointed at himself, this time to his hat. And again, Barthélémy did not know what the male wanted. The coyote dropped his arm, then stood up and started to walk farther into the room. "Sorter!" he shouted, pointing at the door. "Toé fais massacrer le travail!"

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