What my characters talk about backstage...

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*sits at computer, minding her own business*

*giggles as Craig tries to get through my door, but gets his wings caught*

*still giggles at Craig even though he's glaring at me*

Sasha: Hey, you asked for wings, Craig, and I gave them to you. Don't blame me for that.

Craig: Not my fault your door isn't big enough for my beautiful wings.

Sasha: Well, there's nothing I can do about that.

Craig: You gave me wings, but you can't make your door wider?

Sasha: No. I might be overlord of my creations, but that doesn't stretch to reality. I can't change the size of my bedroom door just by thinking about it.

Craig: ...

Sasha: So why are you here? Come to pout at me for wanting to pair Chris and Andrew over you and Chris, hmm?

Craig: Why can't I have Chris?

Sasha: Because he seems to want Andrew, not you.

Craig: Not fair. *pouts*

Sasha: Not my fault.

Craig: Oh, and if you even think about making me Julian's Evil Empress, I will strangle you.

Sasha: Aww, but you'd be so good at it! Besides, you're joining his side anyway, aren't you? He likes you. You'd make a decent Evil Empress. I can give you the pretty clothes to match, as well.

Craig: *looks interested* Pretty clothes?

Sasha: Unless you think velvet's not good enough for you. I had a lovely outfit all done in my head for you, bottle green and gold. You telling me you don't want it?

Craig: *looks torn*

Sasha: And you can fly around all you want.

Craig: Show me the outfit?

Sasha: *takes out lovely bottle green and gold dress made of velvet* You like? Look, there's even room for your wings. And we'll get you some lovely hair to match. What say you to black leather boots?

Craig: *squees* *loudly*

Sasha: That's a yes then?

Craig: *snatches dress away to admire it* Oh, it's lovely. Do I get a pretty Japanese dress too? You know, made with that lovely silk?

Sasha: Of course.

Craig: Can I still punch out Andrew and take Chris back?

Sasha: We'll see. Andrew seems to think he can sort you out.

Craig: No way. I'll totally beat him.

Sasha: Even if he pulls on your wings?

Craig: If he touches my wings, I'll kill him.

Sasha: You vain little thing you.

Craig: I'm pretty. Beautiful. I'm allowed to be vain. Everyone loves me.

Sasha: Except Chris, of course.

Craig: Shut up!

Sasha: Are you done annoying me? I have things to do. *glares at him*

Craig: Keep writing my story. That one where I storm off to Chicago. I like that one.

Sasha: Only if you actually help me as opposed to just sitting there looking snarky, complaining about everything I write and bitching at everyone. This is your story. Are you going to leave it to Chas to plan this thing for me?

Craig: At least Chas likes me.

Sasha: Oh for heaven's sake. *hits him* Get over yourself. Help me with the plot or I just won't write it at all.

Craig: Fine. *crosses arms across chest*

Sasha: *glares at him again*

*Craig turns and leaves, getting his wings caught as he goes*

*Sasha giggles as he struggles to get through my door again*

Craig: I can hear you! Stop giggling! Why did you have to make my wings so big?

Sasha: Don't want the wings anymore, Craig?

Craig: I never said that! Just -- ugh, shut up!

Sasha: Whatever you say, Craig dear.

*watches him leave, laughing quietly to myself*

Sasha: Silly muse.