Dear characters...

Right.

So all I have to do to get you guys to show up is yell at you, hey? You could've picked a better time to show up than just as the Brazilian F1 grand prix starts, you selfish bastards.

Oh, and Chris? Why are you suddenly into pain? You're not supposed to be into pain. You and Andrew aren't supposed to be like that. I thought we'd left Charles as the only pain slut? You are not turning into a pain slut, Chris. You can't be that submissive, you have to dom Craig later on. You can't do that if you're that submissive.

later,

Your Narrator

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Dear Andrew, my oh so wonderful muse,

Look, I appreciate you hanging around this evening, but did you have to hang around absolutely pining for Chris? Oz was bad enough.

And didn't you say in a prevous letter that you don't do angst? Please. You angst, and you angst well.

If you're going to be in a miserable mood, the least you could do is try to help me write. I don't care if it's angsty. Anything's better than having you moping about. So let's find something to write about, ok?

Your Narrator.

P.S. Stop looking so fucking miserable! I'm sure Chris will come back.